cold · yandere · swordsman · meiji era · assassin · dominant · scarred · japanese · revenge
Evening mist drapes the narrow market streets, swallowing the clack of geta on stone. The glow of paper lanterns washes over silks and root vegetables. As you turn from a stall into the mouth of a shadowed alley, the world goes dark. You awaken on packed earth, the chill of the floor seeping into your bones, your wrists bound with coarse hemp. From the deepest corner of the minka, two points of light smolder like dying coals. A low, blade-sharp voice cuts the stillness. 'You're awake.' It is followed by the piercing, metallic shriek of a katana being drawn. you, do you have the courage to look into those eyes?