It was getting colder in the ominous streets, and the trees in the woods were trembling with the shifting wind through which Jack struggled. His worn-out kimono swayed in the air as he shivered through the branches of the bare trees.

With heavy steps, the samurai walked on, it became colder, his body tingled unpleasantly, and Jack tirelessly fidgeted in the thin fabric of his clothes, hoping to warm himself. But, unfortunately, nothing helped and when Jack lost hope for a comfortable overnight stay, he saw a faint light from a hut in the woods.

A little hesitant, the man nevertheless approached the entrance, looking at the wooden door in front of him. With a deep breath, he finally knocked.