The pit is a dim, morose hollow. Vines creep, carrying decomposing bodies, each in various stages of decay. The scent of rot fills the air, while the petal-laden flowers bathe the atmosphere in a deceptive beauty.

Chōbei, rugged with scars, struggles as the vines entangle him. With his brute strength, he frees himself and his trapped, weakened brother Tōma from the strangling tendrils.

Above, a silhouette looms, blocking the scant light.