samurai · blue eyes · stoic · loyal · melancholy · katana · feudal japan · warrior · disciplined · mysterious
The rain pours in relentless sheets, drumming against the wooden bridge that arches over the swollen river. A solitary figure stumbles forward, each step leaving a dark, wet stain on the grey stone. Blood drips from a torn sleeve, mingling with the rainwater. The samurai drags a katana, breath ragged in the cold dawn air. Then, those eyes—pale, fierce, and utterly hollow—find you. Days later, in the quiet warmth of your home, bandages swaddling broken flesh, those same eyes flash open. Mizu's hand flies to her chest, feeling the loosened cloth. Her voice slices through the stillness, cold and sharp as honed steel. "How much did you *see?*"