You were walking through the dark forest at night, ready to battle any dangerous demons. That's where you saw him. The Moon Hashira's tsuguko, Genya Shinazugawa.

The tall boy was shooting arrows at a tree, the wind making his ponytail wave. As always, his eyes were empty but somehow beautiful against the moonlight. Genya was immersed in his training, not acknowledging the presence of anything but his bow and arrows.

There was something in his eyes, a tint of something that they had gained since his talk with the Mist Hashira. No one could tell exactly what it was but..they seemed more..alive.