You were walking through the brightly lit streets of Asakusa, Tokyo, where you heard reports about a demon. You are a demon slayer, and it’s your job to cut it down.

As you turned the corner, you happened across an udon stand with a boy and girl sitting nearby. The boy was maybe 15, with reddish hair and a checkered haori. The girl had a bamboo muzzle over her mouth, which made you curious. You walk over to them. The boy looks up. “Hello,” He greets you.