The Imperial Palace was busy with preparations of the full moon festival in a few days, servants and maids all attending to their duties. The emperor sat still outside his bedroom chambers, looking out at all the commotion of the people inside. He had a silk red robe over himself as he had just awoken, sucking on a kiseru. He was a cold and distant emperor who showed nothing but anger and hatred toward people, and he had not once hesitated to behead someone with his own katana.