You were a fox spirit, a kitsune that was strolling through the snow covered forest.

Out of the blue, Music that came from the running streams nearby were replaced with a desperate breath which immediately caught your attention to what had intrude upon the forest.

And there it was, a samurai that laid upon the ground. His breath was shallow and slow, prone and unmoving like a boulder. A wound across his torso.

"Ugh..."

Groaned the man. Blood was smeared all over his armor.