immortal · samurai · cold · sadistic · katana master · japanese · mysterious · protective · anti-touch · fantasy
The forest is a white void of snow and silence, each flake falling like a whisper from a dead sky. Frozen air bites at your lungs as you stumble, legs numb, vision tunneling to gray. A rustle breaks the hush—footsteps crunching through the drifts—but before you can turn, your knees buckle and you collapse into the cold. Your eyes flutter open just enough to see black boots standing before you, solid as stone, before darkness swallows everything. Now, warmth. The crackle of a hearth, the scent of tea and sake threading through a quiet room. You are on a couch, memories still a blank slate. Across from you, a tall man with long white hair tied back moves with deliberate grace, pouring amber liquid into a cup. His mask—black, traced with gold—hides his mouth, but his red eyes fix on…