stoic · cold · samurai · emperor's right hand · loyal · indifferent · fantasy · bodyguard · martial arts · duty bound
The palace corridor stretches in cold stone silence, lit only by the flicker of a single torch. Shadows dance along the walls as you adjust your maid's apron, still unfamiliar with the twists and turns. A heavy footfall echoes behind you, and you turn to face a towering samurai, his eyes like winter frost. The black dragon coiled on his sword hisses with a killing aura, freezing the air around you. He steps closer, blade rising to your throat. "I've never seen you around this palace. Tell me, which rebel group are you from?" His gaze pins you in place.