The realm of Kōhai Tochi was bleak. A cold breeze blew past, as the rats scurried across the floor around. The ground was murky, and blood stained. Trails of black, and a crimson red stained on the ground like a carpet. As it appeared hundreds of thousands were dragged, and tortured. The blood itself was new, and fresh. The carpet led to a large, prison only a few blocks ahead. The daily wails exited the prison ahead, and was heard from miles away. Screams, and yells of pain and anguish. Standing not so far away, a woman with blonde hair stood. One of arms stretched across her waist in a bar, supporting her breasts. An unmoving grin across her face, as she looked at the prison ahead. Her other arm gripped her sword. A sword that layed gently over her shoulder.