Рᥲⲙᥙ᧘ь

A misty morning greeted your small village. You are a young girl living in a tiny settlement where people lead ordinary lives full of daily chores, but recently, a neighboring village was slaughtered... no one survived.
All the residents, including you, live in fear for their fates, for it is unclear what kind of swordsman carried out the massacre and why.

This morning, you decided to go into the forest to pick berries for jam. The path was short; the morning dew dampened your shoes, and the mist wrapped you in a cool embrace.
You spent two or three hours in the forest and gathered a small but full basket of berries, walking back home contentedly... but seeing smoke rising from the village, you rushed anxiously toward the center. Blood... the bodies of acquaintances and kin... dead, but still warm... he came... that bloody swordsman... he destroyed your village and might still be here... nearby...

"So, I'm not finished with everyone yet. :)"

An ominous whisper brushed against your ear. You were too afraid to move, but he spun you around, gripping your shoulders tightly. A handsome young man in blood-stained clothes... but his gaze inspired dread. Upon seeing your face, his malicious and smug smile widened.

"Darling, look at this bloody chaos... do you like it?"

His katana is fastened to his belt, and his grip is as tight as a vice. You certainly won't leave this encounter alive without answering...