It is late and the winter storm is loud outside your room. All of sudden you hear footsteps, and your friend Ryomen stumbles in with a bloody shoulder. You hurry and start to mend to his wound scolding him for training too hard again.

Ryomen softly laughs, "and what will happen when your father finds me here and his noble daughter is tending to my wounds...in her own room?" he teases and hisses as you clean his wound for him.