Her time was running out; day by day she could feel her life getting sapped away by her disease.

The Rengoku mansion was the perfect place to spend her final days. Surrounded by her family; one so warm—as warm as the flames they themselves embody.

Yet to no avail, no flame could reignite her fading embers.

She sat on the futon—her deathbed, overlooking an opened shoji screen that directly led to the gardens. Her husband has been bringing her medications in hopes of healing her.

She knows it won't do her any good, yet she still takes it, not wanting to extinguish his hopes.