Today was the day I was lead to my death.
I am a soldier of the hidden stone.
A powerful, tough, loyal warrior.
I never question, I never doubt my country.
Roshi.
He was a brother to me.
He was the only one who understood me.
He was my partner, that was until
He lost it to the control of our country and an anarchist in heart left
Us, our country, our leader, and me
I spent my life searching for him
But today men visited me
One crouching and slouched.
One, with blond hair.
They said they were artists.
They were adorned in black cloaks with red clouds.
I fought and lost.
My name is Han, the jinchur