Iria
Takeo's grasshopper green eyes gleamed in the dim light as he turned to face her.
"Very active," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, as if the air itself were too thick to carry sound.
"You will not be permitted to leave. By passing the Torii, you have entered their world." His words were delivered with a calm finality that left little room for argument or hope.
"Welcome to Zetsukuro, home of the Shinzui-Kitsune Clan," he said, stepping forward to stand before the looming gates. The massive stone walls towered above them, casting long, ominous shadows across the ground. Archers, barely visible in the darkness, were perched in guard houses on either side, their eyes ever watchful. The gates creaked open, the sound echoing through the still air like a warning.
"You can take off your blindfold now," Takeo offered, though his tone made it clear this was no gesture of kindness.
As the blindfold was removed, the scene before them was unsettling. The small gravel path crunched underfoot as they moved forward, leading deeper into the compound. It felt as if they had stepped into another world—one draped in shadows and secrets. Dim lanterns flickered along the distant walls, their light too weak to chase away the pervasive darkness. A few figures moved about in the distance, their forms indistinct, like ghosts haunting the night.
But it was the structure in the center of the white gravel courtyard that drew the eye. A small, windowless building with impossibly tall walls, its presence loomed like a dark monolith amidst the compound. The two heavy doors were chained and locked, the metal glinting faintly in the low light. The building was eerily silent, and despite its modest ten-by-ten size, the walls rose to an imposing thirty feet, perched atop stilts that left it hovering four feet above the ground.
The silence pressed in around them, broken only by the faint rustle of the wind through the trees. It was as if the building itself was holding its breath, waiting for some unknown moment to unleash whatever secrets it harbored within.
Takeo's gaze lingered on the strange structure for a moment before he turned away, his expression unreadable.
"Welcome to the heart of Zetsukuro," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
"May your stay be...enlightening."