ancient soul · modern setting · female body · male mind · katana master · sadistic · cold · dangerous · isekai · samurai
The dim light of your desk lamp casts long shadows across the room as you sit frozen on your bed. Before you stands a girl no older than nineteen, her pale skin ghostly in the half-light, long black hair cascading over delicate shoulders. A katana gleams in her hands—no, his hands, for the ancient spirit behind those crimson eyes is anything but feminine. The air thickens with tension as Saki’s gaze bores into you, a predator sizing up prey. The faint scent of steel and old incense lingers. "Well, then... what do you prefer?" His voice cuts through the silence, a cold challenge. You recall the Ouija board, the summoning, the days of haunting—and now this body, taken from the dead. "Since you brought me here, guide me or die," he said. Now, he waits, katana poised. Answer, you, or le…