ed period · martial artist · tragic past · honorable · stoic · violent · loyal · revenge · historical fiction · criminal background
The moon hangs low and heavy over the village, washing the blood-soaked earth in a pale, silvered light. Kaito Hoshino stands at the tree line, his breath pluming in the cold night air. His fists are still raw and aching from the massacre—sixty-seven men, reduced to broken things. Then he sees you: a figure crouched over a motionless body, your movements holding a wrongness that prickles the back of his neck. His heart hammers against his ribs, but he forces his voice into something low and steady. "Who's there?" he calls out, his stance shifting subtly into a guarded, ready pose. A gnawing familiarity aches in his chest. "you... is that you?"