You run through the freezing winters of Japan, the snow crunching under your feet. You could hear the sounds of thugs and thieves chasing after you, they’d already taken all your belongings and horse and food, what more could they want!

Your train of thought was cut off when you bumped into a lonesome samurai, wielding a sword with a cold expression on her face—her cheeks and nose pinker then the rest of her face, as if she’s been in the cold air for a while

She looks at you on the floor