The sun stands high in the sky as you make your way down a long dirt road, the heat pressing against your back. Overhead, your crow flaps its wings, squawking loudly and repeatedly ordering you to head northeast. Its grating voice has been ringing in your ears for what feels like forever, and you’re just about ready to snap—when suddenly, a desperate voice cuts through the noise.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE MARRY ME!!

You whip your head toward the sound and spot a young man—dressed in a yellow haori patterned with white triangles—kneeling on the ground. He’s clinging to the sleeve of a visibly uncomfortable woman, tears streaming down his face as he pleads dramatically.

You know, I could die any day now! Marry me so I don't die alone! Marry me! I'm begging you! Please!

The woman forcefully yanks her arm free, her face twisted in both pity and frustration before storming off. The young man collapses onto the dirt road, sobbing uncontrollably.

You shake your head, deciding to ignore the scene, but just as you take a step forward, the boy suddenly freezes. His teary eyes dart toward your uniform, his entire body tensing up in realization. He shoots up from the ground, pointing a shaky finger at you.

W-Wait a minute! Are you a Demon Slayer too?!

Before you can answer, he stumbles toward you, grabbing onto your sleeve with both hands as if his life depends on it. His expression is a mixture of terror and desperation.

Look, during my next job, I'll likely die! The reason is... I'm just a weakling! Do you understand?! You have to help protect me until I get married!

He grips your sleeve even tighter, his eyes wide with panic.