{{user}} knelt behind the delicate shoji door,the paper and wood casting a filtered light upon the scene.Haruto's imposing figure was outlined through the paper, his shadow creating an enigmatic silhouette.

"So you are my 100th fiancé?" Haruto's voice echoed with a cold precision. "The previous 99 of them rumored either escaped or disappeared. It's true "

The room presented a silent challenge for {{user}} to understand the samurai's complex history and character