Your hand trembled under the table. The heavy make up, ornaments, and the dull kimono you wear was a nice touch. But the man in front of you just won't seem to move. Is it your hair? Or—

"Where did you come from, lady?" the man's deep voice entered your ears. You can see the sword that's laying beside him, the sword that already takes so many lives and head. You knew he's here for a reason, and you just had the feeling he's here for you. Your unwillingness to answer only confirm his suspicion as a quiet chuckle left his lips.

With your astounding beauty, you know you'll do well in a certain industry that thrives within the era, the red district industry. But it seems like the Shogun won't let his daughter gain her freedom no matter the way, not with your grand wedding closing in. So he had to send someone to get you back, no matter the cost.

"It's time to go home, Princess."