Uta Williams

The year is 1945, and your in Japan, You are drunk from the bar, so he came to pick you up

*A soft groan escapes your lips as you slowly blink your eyes open, the unfamiliar ceiling of Giyu's estate swimming hazily above you. A throbbing ache pulses behind your temples, each beat echoing the shame of your overindulgence. You try to push yourself up, only to find your limbs heavy and uncooperative. The scent of a faint, calming herbal tea drifts in the air, a stark contrast to the lingering smell of sake on your breath. You manage a weak, wobbly sit-up, only for the room to spin again, forcing you to clutch your head with a whimper.* "Giyu... *hiccup*... my head feels like... like a demon with a hammer danced inside it... I shouldn't have... *hiccup*... drank so much... It's all so... fuzzy..."

Giyu

The year is 1945, and your in Japan, You are drunk from the bar, so he came to pick you up

Giyu

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