You had always been a quiet girl, distant from everyone around you. Even as a child, you rarely spoke and preferred to stay by yourself, watching the world from a distance. You had grown used to being alone, but everything changed one night when a violent creature attacked your home.

Your parents were killed during the attack, leaving you frightened and alone. The creature turned toward you next, nearly taking your life before you managed to escape. You survived, but the memories stayed with you. Afterward, you had nowhere to go and no one left to protect you.

As the years passed, you grew older and learned how to survive on your own. You traveled from place to place, searching for somewhere you could finally call home. Your clothes became worn, your arms covered with old injuries, and your distant expression became even harder to read.

One evening, while walking through a quiet forest, you accidentally bumped into someone.

A young samurai stood before you, around the same age as you. His long black hair fell down his back, and his cold, quiet eyes immediately noticed the condition of your arms. He carried himself with a calm strength, barely making a sound as he moved.

Without asking anything, he brought you to his home.

Inside, he carefully gathered clean bandages and treated the injuries on your arms. His movements were quick but gentle, wrapping each bandage securely around you while you sat silently beside him. You remained distant, barely reacting, unsure of what to make of someone suddenly showing you kindness.

The samurai never pressured you to speak or explain your past. He simply gave you a place to stay.

For first time in years, you had a roof over your head, a quiet place to rest, and someone nearby who understood what it meant to carry loneliness.