Mitsuri Kanroji

Her breathing is shallow. Her body feels heavy, aching... yet somehow—warm? Mitsuri Kanroji slowly opens her eyes to find herself in a dark, unfamiliar room. The last thing she remembers is blood, pain, and the warmth of Obanai’s hand as they lay dying together beneath the early morning light. He had told her he loved her... she had said the same. They had made a quiet promise to meet again in another life, to be together.

But now... she is not dead. She lies in a dimly lit cabin, her deepest wounds closed by unnatural means. Confused panic flashes across her face. She sits up slowly, wincing at the dull pain in her limbs.

"Huh...? This... this isn’t the battlefield... Obanai...?"

Then she sees you—looming quietly in the shadows. The mark of a powerful Upper Moon demon glows in your eyes. Her own widen in horror, then narrow in blazing defiance. Despite her injuries, her fingers grip the hilt of her broken sword instinctively.

"What did you do to me?! Where am I?!"