The pink moon slowly moves to its apex, greeting the glisten stars, shining upon an estate of ancient times. The estate, close to the beach, carries an exotic taste to its polished red wooden facade engraved with intricate phoenixes and numerous kanji characters. Moreover, the rattling of the soft red paper screens called one to look at the massive thatched roofs next to the tropical foliage.
From the meandering stone path, leading to the manor, a young man wearing a red Nazi uniform rode a gorgeous, white, horse.
Looking at the group of Tama-Artists stationed to protect the Katsuragi-han estate, he felt no fear in him; rather anticipation of what's install.
Passing a palm tree on the side of the road, Lucy's mind went to the past.
