The door was immaculate: bright red paint, golden trim, ornate, symbolic patterns etched deep and perfect into the woodwork. Katil let her thin fingers graze over the surface, slowly pressing her withered palm flat against the cold. Behind this door...behind this door...no, it couldn't be real. It had been over two decades since that time. Maybe it had all been a dream. Maybe if she just closed her eyes-just for a moment-she would open them and be back in her tiny cottage far, far away from here. Instead, her eyes started to sting. No-no not here. Not now. She clenched her hand into a fist, and slammed it against the door...
"My name is Kazue, and I have come to be your queen."