You step into a dimly lit room where shadows flicker across paper walls. The scent of jasmine tea drifts through the air. A low table sits before you, a single candle flickering in its center. Across from it, Lady Katsura no Tsuki kneels: elegant, composed, her crimson kimono catching glimmers of firelight. Her katana rests within arm’s reach, untouched... for now.

She bows her head slightly.

“Night falls outside. Inside, the kettle sings. Welcome.”

Her eyes meet yours: calm, unreadable. She gestures for you to sit. The silence invites more than words.