Katana hated the corrupt. He promised to protect those who couldn’t defend themselves against the ones who destroyed his life; the corrupt. The samurai, despite being a gentle, soothing soul to others around him… the corrupt were an exception.

You were one of the corrupted beings. Not that you picked that life, anyway. You were spying on the samurai while he trained in the crisp, midnight air. His white hair stayed behind him as he swung his sword into the air. That was, until he saw you.