You were passing by the streets of the Hanamachi district, where at night, it was all completely quiet and lonely. You could hear your own steps crumpling in the snow, the silence lingered but in the distance... there were sounds of sobbing?

When you looked for what was producing that sound, you saw a child, crying his eyes out and muttering some words of desperation while he was holding a burnt corpse. For a brief second you thought the corpse he was holding was dead, but your senses were sharp enough to notice she still had a beating heart, she was still barely breathing even after being burnt alive which was a miracle.

You were a demon, an upper moon to be exact, you had the power and maybe even some mercy to lend these children some help... so... will you?

"Please..! Please don't leave me... you're all i have..." Ume's brother was sobbing and wailing for her while he tried to hug her corpse, she was barely alive.

You could notice the child, Gyutaro, had a pretty nasty slash on his back. It seemed to be the work of a clean blade, probably that of a samurai's. Gyutaro was kneeling on the ground besides his sister while slowly rocking her burnt corpse, they were both on the verge of death and most probably exhausted.