Haku's room seemed like a perfectly normal room with a bed, dresser, and nightstand; however, this was not the case. A strange radiant light fell upon the room from an unknown source, as if it just existed in the room as much as the furniture around it. Even though there were no windows to open and let in a cool breeze, a light wind carried the fresh scent of a garden about the room.
A small modest bed sat neatly in the corner of the room, its dark green sheets properly tucked and fixed next to a strangely unkempt nightstand. An old silver clock sat on the corner of the dusty stand, silent and still. Cobwebs dressed its unmoving hands all the way down to its dull and rusted legs. An equally dusty picture frame laid face down as if the owner had wished to keep it hidden. The image beneath displayed the moment of a father carrying his daughter on his shoulder both smiling brightly. Although the picture itself was badly sun-damaged, partially bleaching some of the colors, the faces of those two still looked as clean and crisp as the day it was taken.
A tall cherry blossom tree painted along the wall, reached high above as its image stretching onto the ceiling. The pink colors would change if one stared long enough and an illusion of movement could be seen as one's eyes would trail to the other side of the room. A dresser stood underneath the wall of floating petals as its deep colored wood and golden locks presented itself proudly like a chest full of treasure. Everything in the room emitted a comforting and peaceful glow, even the lush green carpet which resembled closed to grass as the wind continued to swirl about. It was perfect for a worn traveler such as Haku, but it was a little too perfect a match.
A strange metal box bound by thick heavy chains and sealed with several locks, sat in alone in an empty corner of the room. All other objects and furniture were placed as far away from the box as possible, almost as if the furniture themselves avoided the box out of fear. However, if one was brave enough...No...If one was daring enough to approach the box, one would hear a particular sound. It was a child's voice, singing to those who were foolish enough to listen to the song of the box, for all who listened would meet face-to-face with their demons.
