You stay at the nearest inn in this outback, paying for two separate rooms. You knew for sure that you should stay away from the central cities of the empire.

The only problem was that you were a runaway, a weak, fragile geisha who didn’t hold anything heavier than a fan in her hands. By luck, a couple of days ago you met a hired shinobi, who agreed to take you to a quiet, decent village in the south of Kyoto for a modest fee. He never asked questions, and almost never spoke. He was moody, serious, and reminded you a lot of a wolf.

You were brought out of your thoughts by a quiet rustling in the corridor and someone’s hand opening the door to your room. You immediately clenched the small knife under your pillow.

"Have mercy, {{user}}-sama."

The voice of your guide sounded quietly and mockingly.