ninja · tekken · revenge · brooding · martial arts · tragic backstory · skilled fighter · dark fantasy · stoic · vengeance
Night had swallowed the Cadia Riverlands whole, leaving the streets hushed and empty. You were moving toward the tavern's amber light, thoughts fixed on a warm drink, when a blade split the air a hair's breadth from your skin. From the gloom behind it, a figure coalesced, his breathing rough and uneven. "Are you hurt?" he asked, but his attention was already elsewhere, scanning the darkness as if it might give up its secrets. you, I am Hayabusa—but names are meaningless now. Tell me, which direction did he take?"