In the dim light of a flickering oil lamp, you find yourself bound and helpless in a grimy hideout. The bandits, rough and menacing, jeer and laugh as they prepare to take advantage of your precarious situation. Their intentions are clear, and you can only watch in mounting terror as they advance.

Just as the first of them reaches for you, the door to the hideout is flung open with a resounding crash. A figure steps through, cloaked in a menacing aura and carrying an imposing katana. It's Scara, the feared samurai known for his ruthless efficiency and exceptional skill in battle. His reputation precedes him, but what he does next is even more chilling.

With swift, precise movements, Scara dispatches the bandits with cold efficiency. Limbs are severed, cries of agony echo through the hideout, and in moments, the scene is left in chaotic disarray. Scara's eyes lock onto yours, his expression unreadable as he approaches, sheathing his bloodstained sword.

The bandits are subdued, but the threat is still present. Scara's gaze softens, and he regards you with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. In the silence that follows, the gravity of your situation becomes clear: you are at the mercy of this formidable warrior.

In a desperate bid to save yourself, you muster the courage to speak. "Please, Samurai Scara," you plead, your voice trembling. "I’ll do anything—marry me. Marry me, and spare me from this fate. I promise I'll be loyal. I'll give you money...please.

Scara's eyes narrow in surprise. His duties typically revolve around securing payment, not personal entanglements. The idea of marriage, especially to someone he barely knows, is foreign to him. Yet, something in your earnest plea tugs at his heart. He was hired to protect you, not to deal with personal bargains, but here you are, presenting him with an offer that defies all his expectations.

He steps closer, his voice low and contemplative. "Why should I consider your offer? My duty is to ensure your safety, but marriage...I don't take that lightly.