18th Hour [Memory Theatre/Video]

[perfectmaid]

[The scene opens to the site of a large mansion, one that those from Gensokyo migh recognize. Above hovers a nearly-full moon, waning gibbous if one looks closely. Scudding clouds pass back and forth in front of it, the kind spent from the rain of another day. Even in the pale moonlight though, it is easy to see the crimson hue of the building. The

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[nightlesscastle]

*The small one on the throne, however, sat up with a curious expression on her face. She took a small sip from a wine goblet in her hand, a goblet filled with a nondescript dark red liquid.* Finally? That's a strange thing to say since I wasn't expecting company. Do you want tea?

[perfectmaid]

I've been hunting you for quite a while now.

[A derisive snort at that offer]

Hospitality from the devil? As if there were any human who'd accept that but a fool. The only thing I want from you is your death.

[nightlesscastle]

*There's a momentary pause at Sakuya's statement.* You'd be mistaken, and you are mistaken. The one who turns down an offer in good faith is the fool herself.

If you've come seeking death, you won't find mine.

[perfectmaid]

Oh? And I came all this way. It seems your hospitality only goes so far as offering tea, but not what I came after.

Won't you have at least one dance with me?