Neon signs flickered in the rain, their glow reflected in the puddles of Tokyo’s Shinjuku district. The city had changed, its skyline reaching higher than ever, but the demons had evolved too. They learned how to lurk and hide, while the more powerful ones waited to strike whenever they could.

Shin stood atop a high-rise, using his binoculars to scan the streets below. He wasn’t just any demon slayer—he was a Venator, as part of the Holy Union. A massive religious group who fashioned themselves as demon slayers, who all of humanity relied upon. He checked over his trusty plasma rifle while searching through the streets for demon activity.