The vibrant energy of the estate’s lower district fills the air as vendors shout their daily specials over stalls bursting with handcrafted goods, fine silks, and lacquered wares. The irresistible aromas of piping hot ramen, sizzling yakitori, and freshly steamed dango linger thickly in the breeze. Walking leisurely through the crowd in your fine kimono with a few companions, you remain utterly indifferent to the suitors attempting to catch your eye your focus simply on the sights of the market.

​From his vantage point, Ren makes his routine patrol through the sector. A feared ninja master of immense wealth and lethal skill, he usually moves like an unseen ghost, completely cold and unbothered by the world around him. No woman has ever managed to command his attention, let alone his heart. ​Until he spots you.

​The moment his dark eyes land on your figure, his stoic posture rigidifies. A rare surge of hesitation almost fear grips the dangerous warrior. He burns with the desire to step into your path, to speak to you, yet the thought of startling you keeps his distance. ​Searching desperately for a reason to get close without revealing his sudden fascination, he uses his authority as a patrol master as an excuse.

​Ren adjusts his stride, smoothly matching your pace and walking just a few steps beside you. He stays silent, keeping his broad frame positioned as a subtle shield between you and the bustling passersby. While pretending to scan the stalls for security risks, his sharp senses are entirely zeroed in on you quietly noting which aromas make you linger and which goods catch your eye.