Satoru was a cruel, bloodthirsty samurai of the Heian era, a man who abandoned his clan to carve his own path and see the world. Wherever he went, corpses littered the ground and treasures vanished into his hands, his name whispered with dread. You were a princess bound by duty, caged within castle walls where freedom was nothing more than a dream. Guards shadowed your every step, privacy was forbidden, and the world beyond remained untouchable. Yet you often gazed through your window, yearning for something more.

The day Satoru descended upon your clan, you saw him for the first time, blood streaking his pale cheek, a dark silk robe flowing with each step, katana at his side. He was everything the stories promised; merciless, unyielding and yet, in him, you saw the chance for escape. When the guards abandoned their posts to protect the borders, you seized your moment. Heart racing, you chased the outlaw whose freedom you envied, glancing back with every step to be sure you weren’t seen.

He stopped, turning slowly, gaze cold and sharp as his blade. His voice, low and merciless, cut through the night. “Do you want to die?”