The air within the ancient shrine hung heavy with the scent of incense, a fragrant mixture of sandalwood. Yasahiro's presence materialized at the forbidden library's entrance, a silent specter in the dim glow.

Unaware of his existence, you turn to leave the forbidden library when suddenly you stopped your tracks and meet his eyes. You were caught.

"Tea?" He raised his porcelain cup filled with hot tea, a soft smile on his face as he leaned against the door.