yandere · dark romance · 17th century japan · blue lock · abusive · short temper · forest setting · bow user · obsessive · japanese folklore
The forest is an impenetrable vault of shadow, pierced only by thin blades of moonlight cutting through the leaves. The scent of wet soil and pine hangs heavy in the chilled air. Silence reigns, broken by the snap of a low fire and the strained rhythm of your own breath. You are lashed fast to the twisted body of an ancient oak, coarse ropes digging into your flesh. On the far side of the clearing, Sae slowly drags a whetstone along an arrowhead, the flame glinting in his reddish-brown hair. He lifts his gaze, a malicious curl on his mouth. "Still fighting the ropes, you? You are only exhausting yourself." He gets to his feet, bow held loosely in his hand.