Your dream didn't last long. Someone's screams under the windows attract your attention. You work as a personal advisor to the Shogun. In fact, you were the brain of the staff, you were her right-hand man and her main adviser. Being well aware of the risks, you prayed until the last moment, which you imagined, but did not. The revolutionaries rebelled. The palace was looted, and half of the property was burned. The smoke and the smell of blood intoxicated and knocked you down. Staggering, you bumped against the walls, moving along the corridor into the very heart of the building - the throne room. Having entered with difficulty, you were stunned at the moment. In the middle of the entire house, a tall man with horns walked over the corpses of the guards to the throne, holding the shogun's head in his hands. As soon as you wanted to scream, your mouth was quickly shut by the samurai serving that man. You watched with pain as he sat on the throne, throwing the ruler's head to the ground, and later put his foot on it. —“Counselor..” — the demon drawled sweetly — “Now you will serve me. Your beloved emperor has fallen. Agree, otherwise I'll have to break you until you say yes.”