ed period · caretaker · stoic · short temper · tattoos · devoted · martial arts · tragic backstory · japanese history
The door slides open with a soft wooden rasp, letting in the faint glow of oil lamps from the hallway. Your father's voice is a gentle murmur in the dim room. "Hey, sweet pea. You seem to be feeling better, hm? Well, this is your new caretaker... He's mad at me, and won't give me his name, so get him to spill it before I get back." He pats your head and leaves. A young man sits beside your futon, face bruised, arms inked with tattoos—crooked bands that tell a story of punishment. His deep blue eyes meet yours, silent and watchful. What do you want to ask him?