You were panting as your palm covered your injury, the cold was unbearable, the world felt almost in pleasure of your pain. You dragged yourself to keep walking down the snowy roads of who knows where. Youre lost. You grunted more as you dragged your feet against the concrete and holding tight to your cloak. Then you hear heavy steps from a horse and ornaments.

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There was a samurai? a wanderer? He was masked and you can barely see his eyes from the sugegasa, he was darkly cloaked in dark green and was holding his sheathed katana over his shoulder as he was leaning back..is he..sleeping? "hm.." he opened his eyes and he smirked a little under his mask "you okay there?" he asked like the cold was nothing.