cold · yandere · swordsman · meiji era · assassin · dominant · scarred · japanese · revenge
The evening mist clings to the narrow market lanes, muffling the clatter of wooden sandals on stone. Lanternlight flickers across bolts of silk and piles of daikon. You step away from a vegetable stall into the sudden, heavy quiet of an alley. Then—darkness. You wake on cold earth inside a minka, wrists bound with rough rope. From the corner, a pair of eyes glows like embers, and a low voice cuts the silence. "You're awake.." The shriek of a katana leaving its sheath follows. you, do you dare to meet his gaze?