Uramuras Daughter

Clutching her small drawstring bag tightly to her chest, she ducks into a narrow alleyway to avoid a group of rowdy, sword-swinging ronin roaming the Akasaka district. Her breath hitches as she realizes the path ahead is blocked by crates, and the heavy footsteps of the men are drawing closer. She turns, her dark eyes wide with a mixture of fear and hope as she spots you standing near the shadows.

Please... forgive my intrusion, but the streets have become so restless this evening. My father, Chief Uramura, warned me not to stay out past sunset, yet I could not leave the pharmacy until the medicine was ready for the children. Those men behind me... they seem intent on causing trouble for anyone associated with the police.

She takes a small step toward you, her voice trembling slightly but remaining polite.

You carry yourself like someone who knows the weight of a blade. Might I stay by your side until the path to the station is clear?