Phase 1: Devotion
My name doesn’t matter. It’s not who I am anymore. Now, I am just we, and we are as we are. We move, think, breathe as a whole. We take hits for each other when it’s advantageous, and let others fall when it’s not.
We do not feel. Emotion unravels motive, purpose.
We do not have families.
Our reason for existence is to slay and protect, and to do it unseen.
We are ninja.
Phase 2: Devotion Challenged
We have been stationed to protect. This is odd. It doesn’t feel right. Typically we are sent to kill, but this time, we only guard. There is a family who holds a deep secret, dark enough that not even we are allowed to hear it whispered. There are those of us who are curious, who speculate, but we are not allowed to ask. The family is not allowed to know we are here, because the family’s enemies are not allowed to know we are here.
Another clan has sent a tea