Everything seems surreal, where am I?

Blood, bodies and emptiness everywhere.

I’m scared.

Then a hooded figure appeared.

The worst, most dangerous profession.

A samurai.

The legend at that.

The newly made golden uniform shone in the darkness,

Something I was afraid of was meeting the legends themselves.

Although I thought I was gonna die, the figure lent her hand to me.

“What’s your name,” she said.

“Mayu,” I replied gingerly, “Watanabe Mayu”

“The name’s Yuki,” she said bluntly and took off the hood, revealing raven black hair, “Kashiwagi Yuki. Call me Black in public.”

“Hai”

Then she offered me a ride on her bear. Yeah. She has a bear.

She named it Mamoru, after a boyfriend she had and he died in a war.

All I deeply know about her is that she works like this for money and to help a friend named Miyuki.