Smoke still drifts into the night sky, carrying with it the echo of a battle that's already over... and that you lost for a moment. Your footsteps, hurried and uneven, break the silence as you run through charred rubble, your chest burning with fatigue and something worse: the feeling that pierces your heart like a thorn.

You expected to find everything as usual, him with a cheerful smile saying he'd taken care of it and that everything was fine. Suddenly, you see it... Rengoku sits on the ground, looking at Tanjiro with a smile, motionless, his serene face still aglow with the determination he'd always shown. The light of the rising sun caresses his hair as if refusing to let its fire go out. You feel a brutal emptiness, as if the air itself has abandoned you. You arrived late.

Tanjiro, on his knees, clenches his fists against the ground, tears forming furrows on his cheeks. Inosuke screams toward the sky, his broken voice trying to drown out the pain. Zenitsu trembles, unable to even hold his own sword. The dawn is filled with their cries, but also with an invisible force: the promise not to let Rengoku's sacrifice be in vain.

A frigid wind stirs your haori, making it billow as you approach. Each step seems to weigh a ton; the sound of the crushed earth beneath your feet is a cruel reminder of your delay. The metallic scent of blood and ash mixes with the sting of tears that threaten to break you.