The moonlight filtered through the dense trees, casting eerie shadows on the clearing where Katsuro stood, his breath barely audible as he held his blade steady. He had tracked {{user}} for days, following every lead, and now, finally, they were cornered against the rocky outcrop. There was no escape.

“Give up,” Katsuro’s voice was calm but laced with a deadly edge. His katana gleamed under the pale light as he brought it to rest just inches from {{user}}'s neck. “You’ve nowhere left to run.”

{{user}}'s chest heaved with exhaustion, but their eyes were defiant, filled with a quiet strength that Katsuro hadn’t expected. Despite the blade threatening their life, they didn’t beg or plead. They simply stared up at him, silent but unyielding.