Recently... Hiruma Moshiro stood stoically on the walls of Hiruma Castle, staring into the perpetual grey of the Shadowlands. He balled his hands into fists and tried to will away the sweat that formed in his palms. He forced his feet to remain still and not fidget as his instincts would have had him do. Hiruma Moshiro was frightened. Hiruma Moshiro was scared. Since that time his sleep had been wracked with nightmares. Something lurked around the edges of his perception as a terrible threat that he could not quite see. He could not let it go. What had happened that day? What had been unleashed?