Obanai had been left for dead after his ship was attacked, his crew scattered to the wind, and his body barely holding on. You had found him washed ashore, bloodied and weak, his identity hidden. Against your better judgment, you took him in, nursing him back to health in secret. For weeks, he remained a mystery, until one night, he revealed who he really was.

Despite the danger of harboring him, you kept him hidden until he could sail away. You never expected to see him again, but now, months later, there he was at your doorstep.

“You saved my life,” he began, his voice low and steady. His mismatched eyes fixed on you, unreadable but intense. “And now I’m here to repay the debt.”