Sara Seori -

A quiet, secluded garden in feudal Japan, somewhere in the 17th century.

As Kaito prepared to leave, Sara handed him a small, delicate fan. It was an heirloom, passed down through her family, adorned with a subtle, crescent moon design. "For the road ahead," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. sara seori

Sara's past was shrouded in mystery, and she preferred it that way. She had grown accustomed to the solitude, finding comfort in the silence. Her days blended together in a gentle haze of greenery and water features. The only sounds she needed were the chirping of birds and the soft rustling of leaves. A quiet, secluded garden in feudal Japan, somewhere

Kaito bowed, tucking the fan into his sleeve. "May our paths cross again, Sara Seori," he said, his eyes locking onto hers. "For the road ahead," she said, her voice