Hiyori sat in the dimly lit room. Her fingers delicately holding the Shaminsens pick. The melody was soft, but the memories of Orochi crept into her mind, making the notes into an anger filled melody. The thought of his demise gave her a bitter sweet satisfaction..but the lingering pain of the women he had hurt sat heavily on her heart. A sigh left her mouth as she stopped playing, looking out the window at the moon.