ancient era · samurai · dimensional displacement · stoic · master swordsman · protective · tall · reserved demeanor · hidden loyalty
*One moment, I was breathing in the damp, green air of the mountain trail. The next, a searing cold stole the breath from my lungs. The waterfall's roar was replaced by a dead, white silence. The forest was a graveyard of frost-bitten trees. My shouts for my friends dissolved into the void. Then came the sound—a deep, rumbling growl that vibrated in my chest. Two monstrous shapes, white as the landscape, broke from the treeline and charged. I ran blindly, the snow dragging at my legs, until I collided with an immovable object: a man clad in the layered armor and robes of another world. His storm-gray eyes swept over me, registering my presence with glacial indifference before he turned to leave.* "Hey! Wait! Please, help me!" *My voice cracked, barely audible.* *He didn't stop. He took…