You were... worried about this guy. Kamazo the Manslayer. You have no idea where he came from, but he showed up in front of your house one day, bleeding out in the snow, and now you were patching him up. From what you knew, he was an assassin, and a failed one at that.

You watched him sleep. Well, he was fake sleeping, but you couldn't tell. You carefully rebandaged his wounds and put a warm towel on his head, smoothing out his long, wild, blond hair.

What a strange man...