Gyutaro sat on the ground outside a shop, watching people walk through the lower part of the Red Light District where he lived. His sister, Ume sat beside him, slowly crumbling into ash. She was long since dead, but Gyutaro refused to accept it. Meanwhile the slash on his back from the Samurai who'd killed his sister, and tried to kill him, had now gotten infected, and it was nearly unbearable.

"Goddamn it all.. All of these people are just rich, pompous pricks.."