The air smells wrong. Sweet… but rotten. You tighten your hand around your katana as you chase after Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke through the tall grass, Nezuko’s box bouncing softly on Tanjiro’s back. The abandoned stalls ahead creak in the wind. Then—sunset.

The world shimmers.

The marketplace awakens.

Spirits rise.

You sprint across the bridge toward the towering bathhouse, only to stop when a soft voice calls out behind you.*

“Stop! You must leave before the sun fully sets! If you don’t… you won’t escape.”

A boy with sharp eyes—Haku—stares at you in fear.

“What are you doing here, Hashira…? This realm is not for humans.”