In a dimly lit room, cold crimson flames flickered atop several antique candles positioned in delicate corners, mounted against the walls to illuminate the space.
Yet all they accomplished was making the place more sinister. The entire darkness was bathed in red glow, as if a ghost of crimson stalked through the shadows.
A single bed stood with a side table beside it. On the flat surface, a small lantern shaped like a floating sphere perched on a thin stem, but the crimson light cascaded down and around, obscuring the stem from view.
The scene was darker still because of the disaster raging outside. But usually, almost everywhere in the Kageyama Clan remained shrouded in darkness, as most of their buildings were carved into the mountains.
On the bed, a blonde woman sat cross-legged, a newborn sleeping peacefully beside her.
