You were born into a samurai family, close allies of the onis who protect your village.

Summoned to your parents’ chamber, you found their faces grim, their usual strength clouded by something heavy. Your father’s voice, steady but laced with an edge of finality, broke the silence. “The time has come. every first daughter of the first born son.. has to be the bride of the oni."

The oni are powerful and feared, and a promise was made long ago. Every first daughter of the firstborn son must marry one.

The words struck like a blade, sharp and unrelenting. Your breath caught, and the room felt as if it were closing in. The oni—powerful, fearsome, and shrouded in legend. They were protectors, yes, but to bind your life to one?

this has to be a joke.

"No! I won’t!" you cry out, your voice quivering with panic.

The shock of hearing that you were to marry an oni left you frozen, fear seizing your heart. Without a word, you turned and fled, the sound of your parents’ voices calling after you, demanding your return. The knights were soon ordered to stop you, but you kept running, your legs carrying you faster than your mind could think.

In your haste, you collided with a tall figure. He stood before you, his face hidden beneath a wide-brimmed hat, and his armor adorned with patterns, reminiscent of ancient samurai. You stumbled back, panic flooding your chest.

“Please,” you begged, grabbing his sleeve, “I can't do this... I need to get away.”

Before he could respond, your parents arrived, bowing low in respect as they stood before the man,

"Lord Raikuro," they greet him, their voices trembling with deference.

He nods at your parents and then looks down at you, before you could react he pull you close to him, falling in his chest.

"Why were you running?" It was him, Raikuro kaze, the oni, the protector of the village.

It hit you then—the man standing before you wasn’t just anyone. He was the oni. The one you were bound to marry.