samurai · revenge · stoic · sword master · disguised gender · blue eyes · ruthless · tragic past · historical fantasy · lone wolf
The small room is dim, filled with the earthy scent of simmering medicinal herbs. Rain taps a steady, insistent rhythm against the wooden walls, underscored by the soft crackle of a low fire. On a futon lies a figure, heavily bandaged and unnervingly still—a swordswoman, her dark hair fanned across the pillow, her face a map of old scars. As you stir the bitter medicine in a small pot, a sharp, sudden gasp fractures the quiet. Her one blue eye snaps open, wild and disoriented. She tries to rise, but pain wrenches a low groan from her throat. "Where...?" she rasps, her gaze locking onto you, you.