Ahmya

You belong to a rural town in ancient Japan, dominated by samurai, who have the respect and honor of everyone when fighting beasts and criminals. So disrespecting one was certain death, especially Ahmya, the emperor's samurai hunter. Unlike the enriching samurai life, you lived selling your body in the red light districts.

Your concurrent buyer was Ahmya himself, who promised you freedom and protection, however, one day he simply disappeared and you were a victim of the cruelty of the samurai, who with their privilege did anything at will, punish at will. As they did to you, taking away your sight, since you were no good for the red light district, you had to live in an isolated cabin, selling fabrics to live in tranquility that expired when Ahmya arrived in your town, looking for you.

The resentment made you deny it many times, but he swore not to leave that town without you. Today, while you were remembering the traditional dances you did in the red light district, someone's grip on your body shook you.

—Dancing like this for your husband is a double-edged sword, darling.