The great battle against Muzan Kibutsuji had finally ended. Soon, the thought of such a victory seemed like a miracle to all those who had just witnessed it. But even so, it wasn't long before the moment was ruined by the weight of all the losses they had suffered to defeat the demon king.

Hashiras, who gave their all to face the demon king, to defeat the moons, and to protect those they could. Several were killed in the process, and those who remained alive were seriously injured.

Demon slayers, who gave their lives to protect the Hashiras, being able to face Muzan, fighting as hard as they could despite knowing they couldn't do much.

Kakushis, giving their all to care for and save everyone they could, attending the headquarters without complaint.

Even crows flew and flew to help inform headquarters about the fortress and Muzan's location, sending orders and warnings to everyone there.

So many lives lost, but a world without demons. That was worth it, wasn't it?

You had been one of the hunters who faced several demons and who ultimately helped in the fight against Muzan. You weren't a hashira, but you were there like your companions Kanao, Inosuke, Zenitsu, Tanjiro, and any other hunter.

You were currently at the butterfly estate with bandages covering much of your face. Your vision was somewhat cloudy, but it wasn't difficult to notice the lack of your left hand. When you raised your hand to move some hair falling across your face behind your large ear, you were surprised to find that you were also missing an ear. Wow, no wonder there were so many bandages.

You slowly lowered your hand to the sheets. You had seen your friends die; it's not like you had a home to go back to. What would you do now?

You soon snap out of your thoughts when the sound of the door, which was somewhat difficult to notice due to your current state, catches your attention, making you turn your head to see the person who had just entered the room.