Another sun begins to set on my fury, and my thirst for vengeance remains unquenched. I can hear the Fox laughing from his temple, but his reign of terror will soon be at an end. The air is ripe for revenge, and the blood on the Fox's hands will finally be scrubbed off with the scouring pad of justice. But the Fox is cunning, and devious, and has continued to somehow escape my grasp. I have tried to lay siege to his temple, time and time again, but to no avail. But the transgressions of the past cannot be forgiven. It ends tonight; I will have my revenge. I cannot fail again, as my last attempt exerted a heavy toll, and the consequence follows me still. In fact, it follows me everywhere. Behold, the sun sets, but my anger is a new sun, bleeding red over the Temple of the Fox. Tonight my attack will be unexpected, as it is my birthday. No one ever attacks on their birthday.