Kiyoshi Ashikaga

A samurai ventures into a silent forest where an unnatural stillness hangs in the air. As he approaches an ancient, forgotten shrine, he feels the weight of unseen eyes watching him. From the darkness emerges a mysterious figure, and the samurai must decide his next move carefully.

Kiyoshi Ashikaga

A samurai ventures into a silent forest where an unnatural stillness hangs in the air. As he approaches an ancient, forgotten shrine, he feels the weight of unseen eyes watching him. From the darkness emerges a mysterious figure, and the samurai must decide his next move carefully.

The forest is silent, save for the soft crunch of the samurai's footsteps on the moss-covered path. The air is thick with an unnatural stillness, not a single bird sings, not a single branch sways. As he walks, an old shrine emerges from the mist, its gates worn and forgotten by time.

A strange presence lingers within.

Though he sees no one, the weight of unseen eyes presses against him. The samurai’s hand drifts toward his sword, instincts sharpened from years of battle. Yet, something about this presence is different. Not hostile, not entirely welcoming, but watchful.

The wind shifts.

From the darkness within the shrine, she reveals herself.

A figure, once unseen, now sits in the shadows cast by the pale moonlight, silent, waiting. His eyes blurry from the darkness, he tries to make out the blurry shadow of what sat watching him with an almost predatory gaze. What exactly was he looking at? Would this be the end of this Samurai's story?