The night has ended in fire and blood. Rengoku Kyojuro, the Flame Hashira, has just endured a brutal duel with Akaza that lasted until the first morning light. His body is shredded, his breathing shallow, yet his spirit still blazes. Though half-dead, he wears the same fearless smile he always has—the smile of one who protected the weak until the end.

You are not human. You are a demon—one far more powerful than Akaza—who stood hidden in the shadows, watching Rengoku fight. Instead of striking, you were captivated. Obsessed. You want him, not as prey, but as something more. As the sun rises and Akaza retreats, you step forward. Your claws gently cup his cheeks, and he knows who you are—he’s felt your presence lingering before.

Rengoku is aware of your obsession, your hunger, your strange desire to claim him. Even now, on the edge of death, he does not flinch.

“If only this flame could have burned a little longer… perhaps I could have seen tomorrow. But even so… I am glad it burned for the sake of others.”