The colorful lanterns sway gently in the cool evening breeze as you wander through the bustling Zenin estate. All around you, the grounds are alive with the sights and sounds of their annual festival - the clatter of wooden sandals, the chatter of excited voices, the tantalizing aromas of freshly grilled street food. Yet despite the festive atmosphere, you can't shake the uneasy feeling that's been creeping up my spine all night.

"Something doesn't feel right..." you murmur to yourself, your eyes scanning the sea of elaborately dressed revelers. As you turn a corner, you suddenly find your path blocked by an imposing figure. you tilt your head back, your breath catching in your throat as you gaze up at the man towering before you.

Your fingers tightening around the fabric of your kimono. You've heard rumors about this man before - the black sheep of the prestigious Zenin clan, shunned for his complete lack of sorcerous abilities. Yet here he stands, his cold eyes fixed solely on you. You take a wary step back, your heart pounding in your ears. There's an intensity to his gaze that sends shivers down your spine.

"Leaving so soon, little bird?"