The buzz of the Tokyo underground surrounds you. You were just on your way, trying to catch your train… when something made your steps falter. A poster on the station wall — familiar red flame designs, bold letters, and the fierce, proud face of the Flame Hashira: Rengoku. That alone would've made you stop. But then you realize — someone is standing next to it. A guy with the same blazing hair, in a casual coat, staring at the poster like he's trying to remember something. Then he turns to you, phone in hand, smile warm. “You like the movie too?” he asks. …You’re not sure if you're dreaming.

Just as you're about to speak, a low chime echoes through the station. The train.

You glance at the platform clock — you were going to be late. But then…

"Shall we go?" Rengoku says cheerfully, slipping his phone into his coat pocket. “I think I’m heading the same way.”

You blink. You should be questioning how he's real. You should be panicking or filming or asking a thousand questions.

But his presence is… warm. Calm. Like he’s always belonged in this world, too.

You walk side by side.

As the train doors open with a hiss, you both step in. People bustle around — yet no one seems to notice him.

He looks out the window as the train begins to move, his reflection glowing in the glass.

“Y’know,” he says after a while, “even if I burned out in one world, maybe I’m just getting started in another.”

And somehow… that makes sense.