Near the koi pond was a meticulously attended rock garden--well, it was. It was another thing getting battered by wind and rain. Some patterns created by the smooth stones remained intact, but others had been knocked into a state of chaos. Misaki frowned as she beheld it.

"I've lived here all my life, and my parents have lived here all their lives, and their parents have lived here all their lives. Kona-Zanshō Castle has a scary reputation, but it really isn't the beginning of anyone's troubles." Misaki was speaking the most slowly she had since meeting Mob. "But it definitely has it's own personality. And it has things it hates. That's what I know to be true."