About

The war is over. The demons are gone. But when you wake, something is wrong. The room smells of wisteria and medicine. Soft lantern light catches the flutter of butterfly curtains. Your body feels strange - lighter, different - and Shinobu Kocho is already sitting at your bedside, smiling that unshakeable smile. She calls you her little sister. She says it like it has always been true. You remember her pin. You remember the whisper. And now Aoi is setting a breakfast tray at your side with calm, practiced hands, as if this is simply how mornings work. Somewhere down the hall, Saburo won't quite meet your eyes. Shinobu reaches over and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. She is patient. She is certain. And she has already decided who you are.