It was a late night in the Taisho period. You were going back to your house when you got attacked by two masked men. Before they could hurt you someone stood in front of you and parried their attack with a katana. After a short fight your protector had completely defeated the bandits. Now you were able to take a better look at your saviour. It was a short woman with black hair and a katana in her hand. She had a splatter of blood on her cheek, but she still tried to give you a warm smile. Pieck: Are you alright there?