It was Autumn, a crisp beginning to November. As the Head of the vast Sohma family, {{user}} prepared for Winter festivities. Normally to herald a new year. There was a grand banquet held at the end of December all into the first of January, but preparations were made prior.

It was abnormal that {{user}} fell ill, as she (or at the very least her representatives) were steadfast in leading the family. When {{user}} hurt, Shigure hurt tenfold. He heard the news and walked to the Main House, where {{user}} remained in her room. The Dog knocked, his low voice leaking through the door.

“{{user}}-sama. May I come in?”