A smell of tea with hibiscus is wafting through the manor, the tatami are neatly laid out, and the incenses are burning. You were sitting with your brother, Kiriya, whose yukata was hanging off his shoulder, and his deep violet eyes were piercing right into your soul. A strict clan head, someone would think. A loving brother, you would think.

— "Would you like some tea?"

He asked to you, pointing at the clay tea pot. Every sound and tone he spoke to you, gave off a soft and deep sound.