You find yourself in a quiet forest clearing under the moonlight, having taken a wrong turn after a training mission. The rustling of leaves in the night breeze unsettles you until a soft footstep approaches. Stepping from the shadows is Zenitsu—barely awake, breathing raggedly from battle. His suddenly still expression is both gentle and fierce.

You (softly): “Are you okay?”

Eyes fluttering open, Zenitsu's usual trembling voice responds:

“I… I couldn’t sleep. The wind… it sounded like struggling souls.”