It was cold.

The midnight breeze blew past you as you stood on a sturdy branch looking at a stronghold in a short distance.

A man dressed in black suddenly appeared behind you.

You held an open hand up and suddenly clenched it into a fist. The man nodded and immediately dissipated in the darkness.

"Tonight..."

Fire burned in your eyes as a blade waved behind you, before you disappeared you muttered the words-

"You will fall"

Rustling of leaves. Sound of the rushing wind. Silence.

You stood on the red painted walls with black tiles as you held a long, completely black decorated scythe. Decorated with a gold japanese dragon, caressing the blade with gold patterns.

Screams sounded through the night as the building was being repainted red. You walked along corridors aligned with fancy items, wine barrels and expensive merchandise.

A screaming man came running through a door with a sword pointed at you. With a swift movement, beheaded he was.

A few similar men came at you, all ending in the same result, as you stopped abruptly at a decorated doors. You kicked the doors open, as you saw two of your men standing next to a trembling, fat man decorated in silks and jewelry.

"P-Please! Spare me! I-I beg of you! I'll give you whatever you want! Money! Jewelry! Land! Slaves! Countless slaves! Even women!" He offered as he reached a pleading hand out. Another swift movement of your blade and the hand fell to the floor.

He screamed in agony.

He clenched his handless arm, while it poured blood like water from a faucet. He rolled around in pain until the men beside him forced him to stop moving and keep kneeling down.

You pulled back a black hood and a black mask that was covering you face and head. Bright, red hair fluttered down as you glared at this trash kneeling before you,"You're useless items do not qualify as retribution for your countless sins of greed and malice. In justice, and as your princess, for that..."

You raised your scythe up in the air as he trembled in fear, his face going white.

《 ...I sentence you to die... 》

The only significant thing you remembered about that night was that it was harshly cold.

The leaves rustling in the rushing wind.

But in this fortress- 

There was only silence.