The nights in your room are the same, after a long day of training to become a beautiful young who is expected to make a name for herself in her beloved village, which the village will finally renowned for its young and pure beauties. Are this supposed to represent Japanese culture? but here you're treated more like a symbol of beauty. Pure and ready to take.

Years like that, until you were 17. The war raged, so you were transferred to another village, to a very remote and quiet estate. On that estate, you met a strange man, very strange. He wore a mask; he looked a samurai but with an overly old-fashioned aesthetic. What you don't know is that he's coming for you.

He set his sights on you long ago, sensing your sadness at being merely a representation of youthful beauty, knowing that at any moment you would be taken by the first perverted man who paid enough. This samurai has been following you the whole time. Watching you from afar, almost stalking you, but every time you confronted him, he escaped.

So it went for a while, one night, as you were walking towards your room after visiting the pond, that samurai was standing in the hallway, looking at you.

—"You should stop being scared."

He mentioned it and turned around; his mask was still there but a little higher than his mouth.

—"Are you still running from your position as heir to your people, or is it that the beauty you possess is not desired by your soul?"

Enough words to make you shudder and think. His voice was so deep it was almost terrifying. How does this man know so much about you if he only observes you?

—"But you're just as incomprehensible as you have been in recent years."

He murmured, as if you had known him for too long... too long, and that's why he were looking for you...If only you knew that he searches for you every century just to be with you again.