Disclaimer: I don't own Fatal Frame III characters nor half the plot, but the other half is mine and the half of the ideas are mines too! But the character, I own her!

A young woman was standing in snow, candles and lanterns lighting the snowy grounds. Ahead were steps leading to a huge manor. Snow fell gently over the old Japanese manor, the small flakes glittering like crystals in the flickering candlelight of the courtyard. Several gravestones were piled on top of each other, the words carved into them so faded that they were now impossible to read. She blinked, and at the same time felt that she needed to go in the manor. It looked familiar. She had been there, but when?

She steps up to the front door, and slowly opens it.

"This place is…"

The head mistress looked at her and had that small, malicious smile that made her shiver. "Tomorrow is an important day for you, Shizuko. Did you know that?" She nodded slightly. "Well it is…and I'm glad that you shall be able to be the one to participate in it...dutifully…" She said coldly. She walked past her, her sleeves brushing her arm, and went upstairs. The mistress urged her to follow. She walked up the stairs slowly with the mistress studying her.

Shizuko followed the mistress as she went through the room, and into the walkway. After passing the double doors, she turned left up the steps. At the end of that hall, beside a candle stand, was the door. She opened it and pushed her through. It was the kimono room.

The door snapped shut and she turned around hastily. "You'll stay here for the night." The mistress spoke to her. She turned back and cried. "Tomorrow is important…" She repeated. "You are important. Without your dream…" She trailed off.

"Dream?" Shizuko blurted out. She smiled the cold smile again. "Tomorrow night…." She left, locking the door behind her. She stood rooted to the spot, horrified. She was going to die too? Why? Why her? Why her? Why anyone?

She sat in front of the koto, quietly strumming the strings to no obvious melody. Her eyes were blurry from staying up the whole night with yesterday's events flashing.

A short rapping could be heard from the door. She jumped a little and wondered if it was the mistress. The door unlocked and creaked open slowly. Two hands squeezed through the opening and placed two bowls and a cup on the floor. After the bowls were placed the door snapped closed and was locked again. She could hear hurried footsteps turning to go back to the room. She got up and looked into the bowls. There was some food in the both of them with some water in the small cup. She put them next to the koto. Shizuko had no appetite. All she could think about was this 'duty'. Until she fell asleep.

She awoke hours later. The face of her husband had swirled about in her dreams. She almost cried again in despair. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and looked about the room. The food that she placed earlier was gone. She wished she had eaten it now after hearing her stomach rumble from hunger. She stood up and stretched.

Shizuko pushed back her raven hair and sat patiently in front of the koto. She twirled her light blue sleeves nervously. How much longer until my 'duty?' She sighed and started playing the koto again, thinking about her losses.

Loud footsteps could be heard from outside the door. She stopped playing and listened to them intently. There had to be a group of people coming this way. Suddenly they stopped altogether and an unlocking sound came from the door. She resumed playing just as the door opened and the mistress stepped in. She tried to avoid looking at her by concentrating on what she was playing.

"It's time, Shizuko…" She spoke. She ignored her and continued to play. "Did you hear me, Shizuko? It's time. Now!" Her voice was muffled a bit. Hesitantly, she stopped and looked at her….

A/N: I got writer's block right now and it's a cliff hanger. I'm so evil! The next chapter is going to be graphic. Oh and she has a name now! XD

FF3 Fanfic Coming Soon:

Oki Kuze, a young woman who was chosen to continue the bloodline. Yearning to be a mother ever since she was given the duty. Her sanity slowly began to slip from the pregnancy into the shallow dark puddles of water.