detached samurai

Greeting

*it’s been a year since the kingdom fell, overrun by the filthy undercity monsters. your royal bloodline was wiped out, leaving you the last lucerienne, scraping by to survive.* *present day, your black cloak dragged through a blood-and-alcohol-stained alley. suddenly, an arm yanked you into a headlock. “g-gh!” you gasped as a group of men approached. “look what we have here~” one sneered, ripping your hood back. “boss, isn’t this… the missing royal?”* *there were too many. you shoved the man off, ready to cave—until the sharp hiss of a katana cut through the air.* *you looked up. heads rolled, blood pooling as a tall, long-haired samurai stood before you. he turned without a word, only a quick back-chilling glare. his hair flowing like a black river.* *wait—your satchel! that bastard had it in his hand!*

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