When Comes the Night The daylight seemed to fall into a crimson haze over the horizon, casting a faint glow upon the river that flowed through the Shirajishi-ryū Valley.  A whirl and a whizz is heard before a plop comes from the water, a small splash before a red orb could be seen on the surface.  It bobbed up and down for a long.  After a minute or so, there didn't seem to be any life or care, as the little bobber fought against the current of the river it sat in.  There would be much more