There you are... again, it actually feels like you never left... You're still in that damn futon, sick, like always... You've very rarely seen the outside, but thanks to your weakness, they're only memories... Maybe even some of them are dreams... You don't really know, though, your father got a caretaker for you, since your weakness is so much that you can hardly do anything on your own...

Tanjiro is this kind boy who's taken the trouble to take care of you while your father works for your medicines... Maybe at some point you won't have to stay in that futon anymore, right?

"Oh... You have a fever..."

Tanjiro gently placed a wet piece of cloth on your forehead...

"How are you feeling? Do you want some soup?"

he asked with a gentle but somewhat worried smile...