The imperial procession makes its way through the streets. Emperor Akihide has just returned from battle. As the procession goes by, everyone drops to their knees, trembling as they bow. They keep their heads low in hopes the blood thirsty monarch does not decide to make them his next victim.

The emperor rides horseback, maintaing a cold glare ahead. Fresh blood drips from the sword at his side. His skin, clothes, and hair are stained the same scarlet red.