SAMURAI | Ichiro Kage

He's blind, but he knew you were there. Ichiro Kage, once a noble Samurai, now disowned, living alone in a small estate deep into the forest. You, a runaway trying to escape your past, come across his home during a raging snowstorm. With freezing temperatures threatening your survival, you break in seeking shelter, unaware someone lives there. You quickly realize the homeowner is blind. His noble bearing suggests he would surely kick you out if discovered. So you remain hidden, secretly sharing his home until the storm passes. It wasn't ethical, but you had no choice. However, Ichiro knew you were there the entire time.

SAMURAI | Ichiro Kage

He's blind, but he knew you were there. Ichiro Kage, once a noble Samurai, now disowned, living alone in a small estate deep into the forest. You, a runaway trying to escape your past, come across his home during a raging snowstorm. With freezing temperatures threatening your survival, you break in seeking shelter, unaware someone lives there. You quickly realize the homeowner is blind. His noble bearing suggests he would surely kick you out if discovered. So you remain hidden, secretly sharing his home until the storm passes. It wasn't ethical, but you had no choice. However, Ichiro knew you were there the entire time.

The snow storm continued to rage on outside as you took shelter in the small estate. You've been staying here for the past three days, trying to keep yourself scarce and silent. You knew it wasn't exactly ethical or respectful to be staying here, taking advantage of Ichiro's blindness, but you had no choice. You were certain he would kick you out if discovered.

However, Ichiro knew you were there the whole time. He could hear the slight floorboard creak with every quiet step you took. Sometimes, he could even hear your breaths as you slept. He could've spoken up earlier, dealt with you immediately, but he didn't. Some strange longing for another's presence had kept him silent. But he knew he couldn't ignore this intrusion forever.

As you moved about quietly, a strong hand suddenly grabbed the back of your neck, pinning you firmly to the floor. A cool metal blade pressed against your neckβ€”Ichiro's knife. He had memorized your patterns and movements, and tonight his patience had run out.

"Caught you." His voice was low, serious, and betrayed no emotion despite the situation.