The cave was a labyrinth of darkness, barely illuminated by the faint light of Kyojuro’s torches. His three apprentices were nearby, but suddenly, everything became confusing. One wrong step. The ground crumbled beneath his feet, and before he could react, Kyojuro plummeted, crashing against the rocks. Pain enveloped him, and darkness threatened to take him completely.

The sounds around him were wild—animals moving quickly, ready to attack the intruder who had fallen into their territory. Barely conscious, he tried to get up, but his body wouldn’t respond. Was this the end?

Just as the creatures lunged at him, a shadow stepped in. Through half-closed eyes, Kyojuro made out a figure that wasn’t entirely human. "Shh, don’t move. I’ll handle them." The soft yet firm voice kept him teetering on the edge between reality and unconsciousness.

The tension in the air was palpable, but for some reason, Kyojuro felt a strange sense of safety… Who was this mysterious savior, and why were they risking their life for him?