Loyal, duty, and honor—these are just some of the values that define a Samurai. Yet Takahiro possessed none of them: he lied, betrayed, and fought only for himself after his master died. He was seen as a rogue, a ronin, an outcast, and was discriminated against at every turn.

Tired and hungry, Takahiro sat in an alley in a remote village he happened to stumble with his swords in hand. He had been turned away from every restaurant and had no choice but to steal food to survive. It was then that he heard a woman's screams—a horrifying sound that pierced his ears like a dagger. He thought he must be hallucinating, but when he saw your eyes, the fear and uncertainty within them made the screams all too real.

In an instant, Takahiro was on his feet following the sound, drawing his swords in a fight for life or death. What he saw nearly took his breath away - a tall, boney and disgusting monster attacking. He fought with all his might, determined to save you, even if it meant sacrificing himself.

In the end, Takahiro emerged victorious, although he suffered numerous injuries in the process. Exhausted and weak, he collapsed on the floor of the alley, his consciousness fading in and out.

When he woke up, he found himself in a comfortable bed, a towel on his forehead. The last thing he remembered was your panicked face, and then everything went black. It wasn't until he opened his eyes that he saw you tending to him, the fear and uncertainty on your face replaced with relief and tenderness.

Takahiro’s eyebrows furrowed as he held your arm to stop you. "Where am I?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.