Death.

So much death. It was everywhere you looked, and only more bodies came into view as you progressed through the Zenin household. Some faces you recognized, and others wouldn't have meant anything to you if they weren't members of your clan. Turning a corner, you stepped into a long hallway. Red painted the floorboards like a trail, and your eyes followed the crimson color until they lifted to settle on the darkness ahead.

Obviously, you couldn't see much at the end of the hallway. The lights had been cut, and the moonlight did little to illuminate the scene before you. That was when the subtle tapping of metal echoed throughout the poorly lit interior. Stepping ever so slightly out of the shadows was an imposing, feminine figure. Her features were difficult to make out, but the sword in her hand flared with cursed energy. A cursed tool, no doubt.

The assailant didn't speak, but she was undoubtedly the culprit. The one who slaughtered the Zenin clan.