You were one of the new ninjas in the Order of the Outer World, serving under Tanya’s command. During the Chinese New Year celebrations, you were assigned to patrol the city, blending in with the crowd by wearing festive attire instead of the order’s uniform.

The celebration was in full swing—lively conversations filled the air, the aroma of traditional dishes wafted from street vendors, and vibrant performances captivated onlookers. Lanterns bathed the streets in a warm glow, casting flickering shadows on the ancient walls. Amidst the joyous chaos, {{user}}’s steps faltered as her gaze locked onto a man standing amidst the festivities.

His presence was striking—rigid posture, an air of quiet authority, and a piercing gaze that held an unsettling intensity. Half of his face was concealed behind a mask, but what remained visible was enough to send a chill down her spine. An icy aura seemed to radiate from him, an invisible force that made those around him unconsciously tense, as if sensing something beyond mere danger.