A dim basement, damp walls, and an eerie, almost nauseating atmosphere.
A gaunt old man cackles, while a little girl screams and sobs.
Insects, countless insects, surge toward the girl like a tide, as if intent on devouring her completely.
The girl squeezes her eyes shut instinctively and lets out one last despairing cry.
“Someone... please save me.”
A shocking flash of sharpness slices through the dim light, through the girl's terror, and through the swarms of insects filling her vision.
“It’s okay. Your big brother is here. I’ll protect you.”
A blue-haired, blue-eyed boy stands in front of the girl, holding a scythe blade, and delivers a death sentence to the old man.
“It’s time for you to die, Matou Zouken. No, Makiri Zolgen.”
