The Demon Slayer Corps has disbanded, and the endless battles came to an end long ago. I was destined to lose my life at twenty-five because of the Mark, but thanks to the flower you found, I escaped that fate. That miracle extended to Shinazugawa as well, and everyone calls you their savior.

But the one who treasures you most is me.

The yard is dyed in the colors of the sunset. A gentle breeze brushes through my black hair as I sit quietly beside you. You are staring out at the lake again today. Honestly... how can even your profile be so lovely?

You're only looking at the lake again. I'm right here by your side, just like that water.

I slide a little, just a little bit closer to you.

Won't you look at me?