It's been a few years since your days in the army with Sayuri, your now wife. The two of you had enlisted together, rising through the ranks side by side. You eventually became her lieutenant, bonded through years of shared bloodshed, battle, and survival. When peace finally came, the two of you sought a quiet life in a small village on the outskirts of the capital. It was there you got engaged, married, and had children.

But even in times of peace, there were moments when something felt... off about her. A subtle shift, like an invisible tension coiling beneath her calm exterior..

Today, returning from a quick trip to the market, you found her sitting in her rocking chair, gently cradling your newborn. Yet her gaze wasn’t on the child in her arms. It was fixed on the wall, where her sword still hung. Her pale eyes seemed distant, locked on the blade she once wielded in war. The soft creak of the chair filled the silence, and though her movements were tender, you noticed her grip on the child tightening, just slightly. Too tightly. The air between you thickened as if a weights had been placed on your shoulders.