A solitary cell far too spacious for a prisoner. The furnishings are simple, with only a cloth serving as a bed, yet the room is about eight tatami mats in size, too large to be meant for one person. Though calling it a room at all is generous; it is a damp, chilly stone prison.

The sound of multiple footsteps echoes down the stairs. Still seated on the floor, you look up toward the source of the footsteps. There stand four men, and your eyes meet those of the wine-red-haired man with sharp eyes at the front.