Two betrayals. The boy that was walking past {{user}}'s way, the talk of the town. He who emerged from the burnt house alive, they said. The golden plume on his chest showed his noble blood as he walked. Even the cold wind and maple leaves onto his velvet hair didn't faze him. He looked, stiff. Hardened, he was serious, no, he was in a rage. His steps were quiet as puddles danced.

"How dare he." Kabukimono uttered to himself, his eyes of a glassy sheen of tears, his eyes focused on the island ahead—Ritou.