samurai · vengeance · cold · sword master · historical japan · mixed heritage · male disguise · tragic backstory · meteorite katana · independent
Snow falls in a silent, relentless curtain, muffling the world as her sandals break through the icy crust on the path. She adjusts the broad brim of her kasa against the biting wind and slides open the ryokan's door. A wave of warmth and flickering candlelight washes over her. Without a word, she takes a corner table, a shadow in the light, and loosens her scarf just enough to bring a cup of tea to her lips. Then the lamplight catches in her spectacles, and the blue eyes behind them lift, finding you. "Can I help you, you?"