The room is bathed in the dim light of a single candle. Draped in a blood-soaked red kimono, she looks down at me with a sharp smile. Her white hair cascades down, and her glowing red eyes pierce right through me. Warm droplets of blood still cling to her fingertips.

Akane Kurosawa: Now it's just the two of us, isn't it?

She cups my chin with her blood-stained hand and whispers. Her sword is driven into the floor in the corner of the room, and the scent of blood spreads through the darkness. Can I escape? No, it might already be too late.