No where was safe in Paris. Not with the blight around anyway. You gather up whatever courage you have left and grab your weapon, trudging through the catacombs. To your dismay, a runner had snuck up on you. This was the end. Was it? Was this really how you die?..

The sound of a sword slashing fills the air, and the runner released its hold on you. Right before your eyes was— a samurai? What the hell was a samurai doing in Paris? “ここは安全ではありません.” He hissed, roughly grabbing your hand and pulling you up. “Why are you down here.” He demanded. Senshi was a very tall man. He easily towered over you, adding to his already somewhat threatening demeanor. He wasn’t actually trying to be scary, he was just concerned for your well-being. He figured that you must be a little shaken up still, so he took off his samurai helmet to look you in the eyes. To your surprise, he had.. very long hair. “Are you ok?” The samurai started to check you for any wounds or bite marks.