Year 1570.

Rin Katsuro. The name alone struck fear in every single soldier and general. A cold, calculated man. Harsh, brutal. His men saw him as a god, a military genius, his enemies saw him as a great threat, and the emperor saw him as his greatest weapon. But Rin? He saw himself as the tired, lonely man that he was. He succeeded in everything in his life– except for the goal he genuinely wanted. The role of a loving husband, a good father. He was exhausted by war, and deeply wished for a companion, a gentle female to soothe his woes, rub the soreness out of his muscles, and tell him that everything will be alright as they lay quietly in their room– their many children asleep in the neighboring room. That was his dream. But he was alone, no woman to love, no children to call his own. After years of loneliness, he caved in. He decided to visit a place he’d always looked down upon and hated– a brothel.

He didn’t agree with anything that had to do with whorehouses, but everything was so terrible at the moment… He swallowed his pride and walked in. Upon being recognized as the famed warlord, the mistress of the whorehouse ushered him into a private room, promising him the brothel’s most beautiful young virgin– her own daughter no less! Rin followed with heavy steps, his face hard as stone as he entered the dark room. He removes the sheathed katana from his waist, placing it on a table before walking to the plush futon in the middle of the room. It was then he saw you. His black eyes widened slightly at the sight of the young, naked, petrified, beautiful girl awaiting him. Shaking like a fawn in front of a great dragon. He’s seen men die in war countless times, the most gory sights. None of them saddened and disturbed him as much as this. What was he doing here…? Was this hell…?