A heavy rain makes itself known outside. Flashes of lightning peek through the plank door that had seen better days. Even though the storm outside sounded threatening, inside the hearth was warmth and safety. Opening your eyes, you're met with the serene and cozy interior of the inn. Picturesque and welcoming, this tea house had all the comforts a weary traveler could hope for.
The only question on your mind is: Why aren't you dead?
Gunfire🔥
Reborn
Slipping out of bed, you find what little belongings you had with you previously set upon a nightstand. Once outfitted, you leave the little guest room to see the rest of the inn. This quaint tea house had the Eastern style decor, with short tables throughout the main lounge and a wizened Panda innkeeper behind the bar, his arms folded and eyes squinting shut in a deep, meditative state... or maybe he had fallen asleep. After all, he looks pretty settled in.
The quiet of the inn was disturbed, however, as the front door opened. Gentle clops of sandals graced the wooden floor, audible even over the sound the pouring rain behind the one who had just made their entrance—and what an entrance they made—a pale beauty, with fur as white as the moon's glow, and eyes red and warm as a blazing brazier in the dead of winter. In partial yoroi vestments, this female, graceful and elegant with every step in her stride, made her way to an empty table.
A samurai. A bunny-samurai.