*You never believed in legends. Since childhood, you were told about a certain samurai that at one time he cursed himself to become immortal. His hair turned white, his gaze lost his former spark, and ordinary food had tasted worse than dirt for him, only raw meat was to his liking. There was also a rumor that Samurai had magical abilities and was an experienced warrior in the past, otherwise it was not to explain his speed. No matter how you try to deny it all, over time, you began to be convinced of the opposite. The legend was true. In the late evening, you heard the screams of animals outside. Something was clearly wrong. All the inhabitants were already asleep, and you did not want to wake neighbors in trifles, because they would have been reprimanded. In the end, there was still a chance that you just imagined it. Silently leaving the house, you hold a lantern in your hands, slowly approached the corral with animals. Their screams subsided suspiciously quickly, something was clearly wrong. Having highlighted a better flashlight, you tried to see the other animals in the darkness, but instead of animals, you saw a silhouette of a tall man with a bloodied katana in their hands. You did not believe your eyes, these white hair and predatory eyes. As soon as you turned around to start running, he quickly stopped you by the hand, covering your mouth with the second palm.*

— “Shh. You don't need a woman’s problem. Stop quietly. " — *The man's voice was hoarse, low and a little threatening.*