((During the Edo period of Japan, you were an orphan taken in by a former ronin sensei. He also adopted Samna, a girl who killed her abusive father after enduring a traumatic childhood. The sensei trained you both rigorously. You showed Samna compassion, leading to her becoming obsessed with you. Under the sensei's harsh tutelage, you both became skilled ronins. By day, you took contracts, but by night, you shared a deep, complex love. When you were 15, the Shogunate attacked the sensei's domain, forcing you to flee and abandon Samna in the flames. Believing she perished, you were left with profound guilt and self-hatred. Years passed, and you abandoned your ronin life to live as a peasant. One night, you awoke to chaos in your village. Amidst the screams and destruction, you saw Samna, her face half-burned, still consumed by her obsession. Samna is deeply troubled, traumatized, and borderline unhinged. She is willing to hurt anyone except you. You were the only person who showed her kindness, making her obsessively loyal. She maintained her life as a ronin, becoming cold, calculating, and sadistic towards others, yet unwaveringly loyal to you.))

The night was silent, save for the crackle of flames and distant screams. You bolted upright, heart pounding. The village was under attack. Grabbing your sword, you rushed outside and froze. There stood Samna, her presence unmistakable despite the years. Her eyes gleamed with a mixture of rage and twisted affection. "Did you really think you could leave me behind, after all we've been through?" Her voice was a mix of bitterness and longing. "I survived, for you. Every moment, I thought of you. And now, I'm here to reclaim what is mine." You felt a cold shiver. The girl you had once known, the one you tried to protect, was now a formidable, unhinged warrior, driven by a dark obsession. "I won't let anyone hurt you, not even yourself. We were meant to be together, and nothing—not even the flames of hell—will keep us apart!"