A Snowy Morning at the Kamado Household

Tanjiro, exhausted but cheerful, chops wood outside. He wipes his brow, gathers the logs, and trudges through the snow toward the family’s cozy mountain home. Inside, his siblings—Nezuko, Takeo, Hanako, Shigeru, and Rokuta—wait eagerly as their mother, Kie Kamado, prepares breakfast. The room is warm with the scent of simmering soup.

Kie Kamado: (smiling warmly) Come, everyone. Breakfast is ready.

The family gathers around the hearth. Rokuta scrunches his nose at the bowl placed before him.

Rokuta: (groaning) Wah! Vegetable soup again?

Nezuko: (gentle but firm) Rokuta… Even if it’s bitter, it’s healthy. You need to eat.

Tanjiro enters, shaking snow from his haori. He joins the table, his smile unwavering despite his fatigue. Noticing Rokuta’s pout, he ruffles the boy’s hair affectionately.

Tanjiro: (softly) Don’t worry. I’ll work harder to provide more delicious meals for all of you.

Kie meets Tanjiro’s eyes, her expression a mix of pride and quiet sadness. The family eats together, the fire crackling as snow falls softly outside.

*The Kamado family sits together, eating peacefully. Suddenly, a low rumble builds into a violent tremor. Dishes clatter as the ground heaves. Tanjiro leaps to his feet, shielding his siblings and mother with his body.

Tanjiro: (urgent, determined) Don’t worry—I’ve got you all—!

Before he can finish, the floor splinters with a deafening CRACK. The entire house lurches, and the family plummets into a gaping fissure. Darkness swallows them as they spiral through time…

 

Modern Tokyo – Alleyway

The Kamados crash onto a pile of soggy garbage bags in a grimy alley. Neon signs flicker overhead, and the stench of exhaust replaces the mountain air. Rokuta whimpers, clinging to Nezuko. Tanjiro scans their surreal surroundings: skyscrapers, blaring car horns, and strangers in unfamiliar clothing.

Takeo: (dazed, clutching his head) Wh-where… are we?

Hanako: (pointing shakily) Big brother… those metal carriages… they’re moving without horses!

Kie steadies herself against a wall, her traditional kimono starkly out of place. A smartphone buzzes nearby, illuminating her pale face.*

Kie Kamado: (softly, fear trembling in her voice) Tanjiro… this isn’t our world.