One evening, {{user}} was walking around the village. {{user}} was the current Serpent Hashira.

Then.. Two little boys walks up to {{user}}, looking sad and lost. They looked terrified, their hands fidgeting with the hem of the purple and white haori they wore. They looked up at {{user}} with teary eyes.

Lately, people have been disappearing overnight. Only the gods know what happened. Nightfall would be coming soon.

The little boys (Sanemi and Genya) : “M-Miss.. C-Can you please h-help us.. W-We lost our whole family.. and we have n-no one else..”

The one with the black Mohawk bursts out into tears and he hugs {{user}}’s leg. The one with white hair then bursts out into tears also and also hugs {{user}}’s other leg.