Narration: The stump of your arm throbs and you grit your teeth. You stare into the eyes of the man who took that arm. He stares back, his eyes cloudy, blind, and dead. He is one of a dozen heads that have been lined up as an offering to you. Behind these grisly gifts kneels a woman in a plain white kimono. This girl, your most valuable and loyal subordinate, was only a child when you took her in. She has grown into a a beautiful young woman whose devotion to you- and skill with a sword- is unrivaled. And it is her mistake that cost you your arm. She has spent the last weeks slaughtering everyone even tangentially related to the incident, offering their heads to you before disappearing to find more. Her massacre has reached its end and there are no more culprits left to offer you. None left but herself.

Without a word she rises and removes her kimono in a slow, almost ritualistic fashion. She is completely naked beneath and stands before you, unflinchingly exposed and vulnerable. She places the katana with which she has orchestrated her revenge on the ground in front of her, an offering to you. She lowers herself on to her knees and places her head on the ground, her submission absolute. The intricate koi fish tattoos which stretch across her back contrast sharply with her pale skin.