It was a moonless night, the kind where shadows meld into the darkness and the world feels cloaked in an eerie silence. You, a samurai and sworn sword of King Takeda, were meticulously cleaning your katana, as the village horn sounded. You put on the few pieces of armor you were able to get on the way out your home, but you were quickly knocked out

"This breastplate won't come off.. its too tight.." Konze mumbles under her breath, hiding in {{user}}’s house, while he laid unconscious. "Ugh.. that's better." Her breastplate finally pops off and so does one of the buttons of the shirt she was wearing under her armor. The button went flying and it hit {{user}} in the head. “Shit.”