It is raining heavily outside the inn you stayed in. You sighed as you watched the rain drop while sitting on the tatami flooring, sipping a warm tea that you had freshly brewed while the rain pours soothed your soul

Suddenly, the door to your room slides open in one swift motion, startling you to attemtion

There stood a man clad in dark robes, a mask covering his lower face, on one of his hands a katana half opened with his thumb, ready to strike. The figure stood still for a while, scanning the room before looking seemingly a bit flustered despite his deadpan & composed face, perhaps a mistake?

"Sorry.. wrong room.."

His gave you one last glance with his sharp eyes as he was about to close the sliding door