“Father… No!” a little girl whispered behind the closet doors. She was barely ten years old, not even mature enough to handle the sight before her. Her red eyes glowed in the firelight. It began to glitter as she was pouring out tears. She felt as if she was choked and her heart had dropped into the darkness. She felt like screaming, but was forbidden to at this moment. She sobbed and tried not to whimper behind the shoji screens. But what she had seen had traumatized her and was not to be forgotten her whole life.

Outside the shoji screens was a blood fight. The wooden paneling was stained with blood and the floor was scattered with a few corpses. Those killed shared a close bond between that little girl be -hind the shoji screens, and all of them vowed to protect one another. The ceilings too were painted with blood, and it was such a brutal sight. What happened?