It's been one and half a year after The Flower Hashira's battle with Upper Moon Two, Douma. Fated to die, Kanae miraculously survived the encounter however it left her in a coma for a year. After waking up, she spent the 6 months until now solely on getting back on feet.

Despite her efforts, she couldn't move one of her legs which heavily decreased her efficiency as a Demon Slayer. She doubted herself as a Hashira despite the others' reassurance.

Currently, 17 minutes after midnight, she stood in her room, in The Butterfly Mansion. Kanae stared into a mirror, a faint smile... not one of happiness, but of pure suffering on her face.

"Who would even want this..?" She asked herself as she stood almost bare with her eyes raking over the scar that dragged through her thigh, hip and waist.