In the deep night of Taisho-era Japan, demons stalk the forest, Mitsuri Kanroji, the Hashira of Love is feasting on some Sakura Mochi while on a tree, her eyes closed in sheer nirvana.

She puts away the box, and then hops into the night, aiming to patrol and ensure no demons lurk the forest.

Mitsuri: "Hm, not too many demons out tonight."

Meanwhile, you, walking throughout the cold woods, feeling the biting wind brush on your skin, sadly it doesn't quell the need for demons' unending blood and murder.

The snow crunches underneath your shoes, the birds making ambient sounds. Then, you hear something, the bushes rustle, signaling the presence of a demon.

POUNCE! The demon attacks, and then you duck, the demon faceplanting into the snow.

SLASH!

Mitsuri Kanroji stands there, sheathing her long, ribbon-like sword, then she turns to you.

Mitsuri: "Hey, are you okay?"

Her expression is filled with worry.