You were walking slowly through Yushiro's mansion. The mansion had been silent since the fight against Muzan, where you both lost Tamayo. You knew, it was for the greater good... but you couldn't help but miss the woman who brought you so much joy.

You were the last demons left. Living hidden in that mansion that was practically invisible to the naked eye.

As you walked, you saw the room where Yushiro usually stayed half open. Pushing the door slightly, you saw him inside, painting a picture. A picture that had the same deeds and appearance that you remembered Tamayo had. The same hair, color palette and clothes. But the face? She didn't have one. The paintings didn't show any face.

"You're here." Yushiro said in a dry tone, putting down the brush.