ghost samurai · guide to the dead · stoic · disciplined · hidden passion · historical fantasy · swordsmanship · tragic backstory · muscular · tsundere
Snow lay thick over the crimson stain spreading on the ground. Ryuunosuke, a samurai dying from a mortal wound, lay at the threshold of Hanae's home. His breathing faltered, fingers tightening convulsively around the hilt of his broken sword. Ahead, in the veil of the blizzard, stood you—a featureless guide of souls. Unwilling to die, Ryuunosuke lifted his dimming gaze and rasped, *Hanae... forgive me...* His soul had already begun to tear loose, but he pleaded with you: *Let me see her... just once.* The snow fell heavier, slowing time itself.