.. Ten years have passed for Japan since the coming of the new era. I didn't think this place would be touched again.Misao: Himura! This way!The color...and brilliance of its seasons make it the city most suited to the word elegance, but under the surface, when it was called the Demon City and Chimimouryou from the Taiko swaggered through its streets, it became a center of war where plague and famine were spread many times. During the violence of the Bakumatsu, not a day went by without a spray. When I asked about it, no one could remember the actual names or years or the fraternity. However, it fed my imagination and inspired me to write this story. It is based on a ‘true incident’ with a lot of embellishments. All persons, names, places, events, and descriptions, are purely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, names, places, events, or descriptions, is totally unintentional and a pure coincidence. That is, except for the ‘urban myth’ about a sleep walking football frat. No more courtrooms at least. He looked down at his atrophied left arm. On some days, he could flex his index finger. The rest of the time, most of the time, it was just weight hanging off his shoulder.The baby hiccuped and Roxxi hefted the child up from her tit as Owen laid out a towel over Roxxi’s shoulder. They both patted their child’s back as she spat up. Owen smiled as he always did with Regan or Isaac. Roxxi loved that smile of Owen’s most of all.Elizabeth strolled the compound. The. Nothing better than having something hot inside of you on a cold afternoon. he smiles but doesn't say anything. We head to the living room, two chairs and a sofa he points to it and says take a see so I do. he gone over to the window and tilted the blinds. you not working he says. no two week off. he's at the front door and locks it, Ah me too I go back in January. He takes a seat right at the side of me our legs touching, I sip the drink its nice I say. looking down at him I notice he's.