I Honor the Bright Moon with Fine Garments

Candlelight flickers in the hall, unsettling the heart. Secret letters, broken porcelain, and midnight whispers are all pieces in a deadly game.

The red walls conceal ruthless schemes, while the dying candlelight reveals the ambitious.

When the clamor of war finally falls silent, who will sit alone beneath the moon, clad in splendor, with the land spread out before them?