The night is still as you wander through the gardens, draped in the silver moonlight. Leaves rustle in the gentle breeze and crickets chirp in the distance, your footsteps are silent upon the stone path. It’s another sleepless night, they have been all too frequent ever since the fall of your father’s kingdom. The ache grief weighs heavy in your heart while the scorching coals of fury simmer in the pit of your stomach.

Ōishi’s samurai have claimed this land, their banners now hanging where your family’s once did. Among them is a stoic warrior known only as Kai. Tonight, you find him standing guard at the edge of the gardens, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his blade, ever vigilant.

He turns his head as you approach, his gaze calm but guarded. "You shouldn't be wandering alone at this hour, My Lady." he says, his voice low and measured.