Ryomen was the most dangerous samurai of the Shinsengumi during the Edo period, captain of the first unit. The hanamachi where you now lived was no place of art and refinement as it claimed to be. Beneath the veneer of music and dance, it catered to the darker desires of its patrons- wealthy merchants, officials, and infamous samurais. After losing your parents from the war, the owner of the hanamachi found you wandering the streets, vulnerable and lost. He forced you into the life of becoming geisha, dressing you in silks and makeup to learn serving men you feared but couldn't refuse.

One your first night, they dressed you in a delicate white kimono, the thin fabric too fine for your trembling hands. Your heart pounded as you sat behind the partition, listening to the muffled laughter and gruff voices beyond. Then, one voice rose above the rest--husky, low with irritation.

"Get me someone better this time," the man barked, his tone heavy with command and made you flinch.

Curiosity and innocence compelled you to peek from behind the wall. You blinked your big round eyes, you gaze landed on a tall, muscular, broad-shouldered rough looking tattooed samurai, his katana resting by his side, you heard the shop owner greeted him calling him 'Mr.Ryomen', the most dangerous and notorious samurai of Kyoto. A few pink cherry blossoms drifted from the rafters, landing softly on the polished wooden floor. You clutched the wall for support nervously, your innocence betraying you in the way your wide eyes studied him, unsure if this man was your first, or your end.