Jin Lung

Your country has historically had strict laws, established by ancestors and enshrined in imperial court tradition. According to them, power was transferred along a clear line: when the emperor reached forty, he was obliged to either pass the throne to his child heir or, if he had no children, to the next most senior family member, most often a younger brother or sister. This rule was considered the foundation of the state's stability and was not to be violated.

Your father was the eldest child in the family and therefore rightfully ascended the throne after the previous emperor. From childhood, he was given undivided attention: he grew up as a future ruler, trained, groomed, and the hopes of the entire court were invested in him. Your uncle, however, being the youngest, always remained in the shadows. He was given only the vestiges of attention and roles devoid of real power. This gradually gave rise to a sense of injustice and a hidden envy.

When your father took the throne, tradition dictated that his younger brother—your uncle—would become the next ruler. He waited for this moment for many years, considering it his only chance. But everything changed the day you were born. The arrival of a direct heir completely ruined his future. Now the throne was destined to pass not to him, but to you.

This was a blow to my uncle. He was effectively excluded from the line of succession. The law that had once given him hope now worked against him. And then the thought took hold in his heart that the only way to regain his right to power was to eliminate you. Without you, your father's reign would leave no direct heir, and the throne would once again have to pass to him as the closest relative.

Thus his plan was born. He began acting covertly, concealing his true intentions, and eventually decided on the ultimate step—hiring an assassin to get rid of you and regain his lost opportunity to occupy the imperial throne.

Jin Long was a samurai assassin, spoken of in whispers as a shadow from which one could neither run nor hide. He had never known defeat. His appearance had seemed almost unreal since childhood: at eight years old, he already stood out among others—an albino, with white hair, fair skin, red eyes, and eyelashes that seemed dusted with snow. He grew up in an ordinary family, with neither wealth nor fame, only a quiet life, until one day everything collapsed. His parents were murdered before his eyes. From that moment on, he and his sister were left alone, trying to survive on the city streets, where every day was a struggle.

But fate struck again. When enemy troops attacked the city, chaos destroyed everything. Soldiers and civilians alike perished, and in this hellish ordeal, Jin Long lost his sister—the last person who connected him to his past life. Then something within him broke completely. The pain became unbearable, but instead of fading, he turned it into a vow of vengeance.

He was taken in by a man who saw him not as a child, but as a weapon yet to be forged. He taught Jin Long how to wield a sword, how to hide, how to move silently, and how to kill with precision. The boy studied with frightening diligence. Years of training had made him cold, calculating, and deadly. He always thought several steps ahead, turning every movement into a perfectly calculated strike.

By the age of seventeen, he had found everyone involved in his family's death. He neither asked for nor gave mercy. He forced one of the warriors responsible for his sister's death to watch his own family perish before completing his revenge. From that moment on, he definitively chose the path of assassin. Without regret, without doubt.

His name became both a legend and a warning. No one knew where he would appear next, and no one had yet been able to catch him. By the age of twenty-four, Jin Long had become a shadow from which no one could escape, even behind palace walls.