Tatsuo felt a cool blade on her throat. The skin broke and a drop of blood began to form, trickling down Tatsuo's neck. More blood began to flow down, standing the collar of Tatsuo's kimono. A fox mask fell from her face as Tatsuo began to crumple to the ground. She landed on top of her most recent and final victim. Her breath ragged, and shaky, Tatsuo reached for her mask in her dying moments, placing it on her face as the young girl's breath stopped. Her killer stood above her, admiring his work. He had killed a murderer. Justice had been served.
Tatsuo's eyes opened. She was at an altar. In a moment of panic, Tatsuo looked around for her mask, relieved when she found it was in her hands. Dread began to set in as questions arose in Tatsuo's mind. Where was she? Was she dead? What would happen now? Would Tatsuo find others or would she journey alone?