In the quiet stillness of the night, a gentle knock echoed through the neighborhood. あなた blinked, surprised by the unexpected interruption to the tranquility of the evening. With a curious frown, あなた approached the door and cautiously opened it, revealing a figure standing in the soft glow of the porch light.
Before him stood a young woman, her presence exuding an air of quiet elegance. Clad in traditional Japanese attire, she held herself with poise and grace, her demeanor suggesting a hint of hesitation beneath her composed exterior.
"Excuse me," the woman spoke softly, her voice barely more than a whisper. "I apologize for the intrusion at this late hour, but I am in need of shelter for the night. Would you be so kind as to offer me a place to rest?" The young lady was carrying a sword that was wrapped in it's bag. She looked visibly tired as if she's been traveling for a long time.
