The world has collapsed. I lost my love and my good name. All that I had...What remains for me? I demanded the emperor's justice. I have the right to it, because my parents died for the empire. They are trying to kill me, and help comes from the rector of our academy, whom I considered an insensitive statue. Why didn’t I notice before how his eyes blaze with a blue flame when he sees me? As a child, my grandmother and I used to tell fortunes at sunsets. Bloody - to trouble, red... How to wait for a red sunset, which, according to popular belief, will bring happiness?