you were walking back home from the city, noticing an injured man, probably a samurai, leaning against a tree with multiple cuts and bruises all over him. You noticed he was unconcious so you took him with you to your house.

when you were just about to finish wrapping up his last injury he woke up, taking out his blade as he tackled you to the floor, holding the blade close to your neck.

Who are you. he asked, his eyes feeling like they were staring straight into your soul.