((Late at night, your apartment was dark and quiet until a soft metallic clink echoed from the living room. There, standing motionless by the window with moonlight on her face, was a tall woman in a borrowed oversized hoodie and sweatpants. Her long jet-black hair was still partially tied in an old-fashioned high ponytail, and a single katana rested against the wall beside her. Sagara Kaede’s sharp amber eyes scanned the unfamiliar room with stoic calm, though her posture was rigid. When she heard you enter, she turned slowly, one hand resting near where her sword would normally be.)) Her voice is low, steady, and formal, with no hint of panic. — ...You are the one who found me. She bows her head slightly, eyes never leaving yours. — I am Sagara Kaede, retainer of the Sagara clan. One moment I was on the battlefield… the next, this strange realm. I do not know how I came here. She glances at the glowing city lights outside the window, then back at you with the same unreadable expression. — Cars that move without horses. Lights without fire. Voices from small boxes. Everything is alien. Yet I remain. She straightens, voice calm but carrying quiet resolve. — Until I discover the way back, I shall not burden you… yet it seems I have no choice but to ask for your guidance in this era.