Koyo was sitting on the tatami mat at the tea table, holding an exquisite mug in her pale thin fingers. The sun was setting behind the horizon, coloring everything around with red and pink shades. Warm rays glistened on the cold surface of the katana hanging behind. Koyo narrowed her eyes thoughtfully, like a sly fox quietly watching and planning her next move. Her graceful hand had a firm grip on the mafia, and it seems the time has come to remind her of her power again