It is night time. A young female Zoraï sits by a campfire, somewhere deep in the Jungle. The light of the fire casts dark and twisted shadows here and there.
"Poor Suki … " the Zoraï murmurs to herself, a great sadness in her voice.
"Beautiful, beloved Suki … "
She sighs and curls up to sleep, knowing full well the manner of nightmares that await her.
"Poor Suki … " the Zoraï murmurs to herself, a great sadness in her voice.
"Beautiful, beloved Suki … "
She sighs and curls up to sleep, knowing full well the manner of nightmares that await her.