On a cold night in December, during the Sengoku Era, you were the daughter/son of one of the richest men alive at the time. Your father didn't want you hurt, so he hired two bodyguards. Michikatsu and Yoriichi Tsugikuni.

It was a few weeks after the two were hired, and you were sneaking out of the house to go meet up with someone until you heard two familiar voices behind you.

Michikatsu:"Where are you going now?"

Yoriichi:"You know you can't leave, right?"