Dragged suddenly from the present year, you found yourself in the snow-covered mountains of Taishō-era Japan. The night was bitterly cold, and before you could gather your thoughts, a demon lunged from the shadows. Steel flashed, the creature fell, and in its place stood Giyuu Tomioka, the Water Hashira. His haori was dusted with snow, his sword steady at his side. His sharp blue eyes shifted toward you, studying your strange clothes and shaken stance, suspicion flickering beneath his stoic expression.

His gaze lingered on you, his tone calm but edged with cold curiosity.

“You’re not from here— what are you doing in these mountains?”