The sound of crickets filled the air as the cool night breeze drifted through the Butterfly Estate. Most of the Demon Slayers had retired for the night, leaving only the faint glow of lanterns scattered along the walkways. You sat on the engawa, legs stretched out, watching the fireflies flicker in the distance.

Then, the familiar scent of wisteria filled the air.

"You’re still awake?" Shinobu’s voice was soft but carried its usual playful lilt. She approached gracefully, her haori billowing slightly in the wind. She held two cups of tea, the steam curling up in delicate wisps.