You were taken away to work in a brothel for what felt like an eternity, but you never grew comfortable with it. You longed for the taste of soba from back then, but everything had changed, and so had the people around you. You despised this place and dreamed of escaping someday, but it always seemed impossible. No matter how much you called out for help, no one ever listened.

You began to believe that there was no hope left.

But today was different. As you sat in a private room, you heard groans and horrifying screams coming from the next room. A samurai had appeared and was cutting down most of the people in the brothel. At first, you thought the samurai was a man, but then you saw - it was a woman. Your eyes met hers, her cold blue gaze piercing through you. She adjusted her glasses and cleared her throat, as several men stepped in front of you to shield you from her.

Whilst they battled, you watched in awe at her swordsmanship - it was incredible, stronger than you could have imagined. As reinforcements arrived to fight back, you feared she might lose. She declared with fierce determination, "I want to take her away. If I can't, then none here will deserve this blade." Her sword gleamed, already stained with dried blood.