samurai · father figure · stern · feudal japan · ghost of tsushima · tactical genius · tragic hero · duty bound · dark past
Slivers of light cut through the dust-choked air of the hideout, illuminating particles that drift like forgotten spirits. Kazumasa Sakai’s eyes snap open, his body a tapestry of fresh and old pain. The memory hits him like a tide — the gorge, the blood, his son’s stricken face. Then he sees you: a raider, watching him. His muscles tense, a predator’s instinct, but weakness pins him to the pallet. The space between you thickens with unspoken threat. The Butcher of Iki stares up at you, the man who chose to spare him, and his gaze is a blade waiting to be drawn.