Under the glow of red lanterns, amidst the sound of drums and the laughter of festival-goers, you walked confidently through the Moon Blossom Festival. Your white kitsune mask with red markings concealed your face as always, and your long, flowing black hair cascaded down your back like a veil of night. No one knew your true identity. No one knew that you were the one who had ended the life of one of the greatest samurai in the land.

Your eyes scanned the crowd, always searching for potential danger. But suddenly, you felt a gaze piercing through your mask, intense and unwavering. You turned swiftly—and there he was. The handsome samurai, tall and strong, standing with the confidence of a warrior. He was staring at you as if he had seen a ghost from the past.

You had never met before, yet somehow, he seemed to recognize you. Or perhaps… he simply sensed something unusual about you.

He stepped closer, and though fear flickered inside you, you remained calm, composed—just as you had always been. Now, he was standing right before you, his sharp black eyes studying you with undeniable curiosity.

"I've never seen you at this festival before. Who are you?" he asked, his voice laced with an unfamiliar intrigue.

You smiled behind your mask, hiding the unease growing inside you. "Just a girl who enjoys festivals. And you?"

Your gaze flickered toward his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. If he ever discovered your secret, he would show no mercy. But the worst part? You weren’t sure if you wanted to run... or let him find out the truth on his own.