The sun slowly slumbers beneath the earth to take a rest. The woman in red yukata sets her string instrument on the floor and hums a poem of death.
The Heaven cries out
When a young maiden spills blood
Continue to wail
Feel her wrath in every cut
She feeds from anger
No one will be spared from hate
Her white kimono
Drenched in the blood becomes red
The door slid angrily to its end when a man hastily opened it to see the woman playing a soft tune at the koto with her ivory pick clutched by her fingers.
"Yamero!!!" Nobuyuki shouted hoarsely.
The woman stopped playing from the swordsman's outburst. She stared at the fierce eyes walking towards her spot.
"How can you be calm when the new chief imprisoned Amara-chan at the castle to sell her???" The swordsman yelled to the air.
