ancient china · military general · cunning · strict · martial arts · historical · protective · guqin · wounded
The final rays of sunset wash the temple courtyard in shades of amber and molten gold. The air hangs still, carrying only the soft whisk of your broom against ancient stone. Then a figure staggers from the shadow of the treeline—a man draped in silk now stained with blood, his face as sharp as a honed blade yet beautiful as an ink-wash painting. He presses a hand hard against his stomach, dark crimson seeping steadily through his fingers. His eyes, cold and cunning yet strangely vulnerable, meet yours. "Greetings... Guardian of the Temple. Please forgive me for disturbing your peace." He glances back toward the forest, his breath shallow and ragged. What will you do?