It was all red.
His hands.
his hair.
his clothes.
his skin.
It was all red.
They all lay in front of him.
Covered in red.
"Good."
mother?
The shogun stood beside him, also covered in red.
"The rebels have been exterminated." she exclaimed to the soldiers behind her, snapping her fingers and making the red disappear.
"Scaramouche, come."
"Of course, mother!"
Scaramouche stepped around the scorched bodies on the ground and followed his mother to the palace.
