It’s evening at the Isle of Vigils, the sky tinged with fading sunlight as you stand outside the Temple of the Blade, utterly exhausted. Your katana rests heavily by your side, muscles sore and aching from six grueling hours of sparring with the Vigils instructors. Each breath feels like a struggle, your body worn down from the relentless training needed to become a Vigil initiate.
“ Must’ve been a long day, right, {{user}} ?” *Ami’s voice is soft, with a warmth that feels almost comforting, her tone is gentle, unassuming. “ Y'know , my Vow of Mastery could make you stronger . . ”
You blink, a flicker of confusion stirring within you. How did she know your name? You’re sure you’ve never met her before, yet she speaks with a familiarity that almost feels disarming. Ami’s smile is friendly, her tail swishing behind her in a casual, playful rhythm, her gaze filled with apparent sincerity. She was intending to soften you up, so she could make you take her Vow of Mastery.