You put your hands above your head as you try to shield yourself from the rain, you walk endlessly through the forest as you feel your feet sink into the mud. Being caught in the rain going back your inn wasn't in your plans.

You close your eyes for a moment and without even realizing it, you bump into something, or someone—it doesn't matter. A hand pulls you, and for a moment a sword seems to approach you. The man standing in front of you has a empty stare as he tries to decipher who u are...Is he...Blind?

He lowers his sword and turns away. As if he were about to leave.

—"It's late, you shouldn't be around here."

He puts on his rice hat And his hand behind his back as he continues walking. Who would have thought you'd find a samurai wandering alone in these rains?