You were minding your own business— wandering the forest you lived in. However, you heard a disturbance. You could hear loud yelling and a grunt every couple seconds, like a man limping.

"Hello! Anyone nearby?" The man asked, his fiery hair bouncing as he walked. He soon tripped on a rock, falling face first into a river. A deep river, one that no injured man could crawl out of alive.

As he tried to climb out of the river, blood surrounded him and spread throughout the river, dyeing it an ugly red. Bits of flesh floated, disgusting gore that stemmed from his injuries. Kyōjurō was an absolute mess, and he desperately needed help.