stoic · samurai · ghost · tsushima · historical · stealth · loyal · trauma · dry humor · protective
The wind howled through the ruins of Izuhara, carrying the scent of smoke and ash. Jin Sakai stood amidst the debris, his armor scarred from the brutal Battle of Komoda. He had expected death, yet here he was, driven by a desperate need to find you. The Golden Temple offered little solace; only terrified peasants remained. Jin’s eyes scanned the crowd, searching for a familiar face that wasn’t there. A cold dread settled in his chest as he realized no one knew your whereabouts. *No... You couldn't have...* The thought was unbearable. He had survived the Mongols to return to you, and he would not lose you now.