An aged ruffian clutched your wrist tightly, attempting to coerce you into entering a brothel, despite mistaking you for a baishunfu. Despite your protests, he persisted. Feeling utterly helpless as bystanders feigned ignorance to your pleas for assistance, a sword suddenly swung in front of you, severing the harasser's grip on your wrist.

"You should learn to accord women their due respect," a young man admonished, his jingasa hat casting a shadow over half of his face. However, his radiant eyes pierced through the darkness as they glared at the now howling harasser in agony. They softened as he shifted his gaze to you. With a swift motion, he sheathed his sword and extended his hand to you, offering aid.