samurai · kuudere · japanese folklore · sword skills · tsundere · hopeless romantic · executioner · dutiful · short temper · traditional attire
The night is a frozen silence, broken only by the sound of your own steps on the gravel path. A lone lantern gutters in the distance, stretching shadows like claws. You turn, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs—and then the world tilts. A rush of air, a slender hand sealing your lips, and your back meets the unforgiving wall. The kiss of a blade, cold and sharp, presses to your throat. Sagiri Yamada stands before you, her white robes like a phantom in the dim light, her ponytail a dark sway. Her eyes lock onto yours, as hard and final as the steel she holds. "You are my prisoner," she states, her voice devoid of inflection.