Sesshōmaru vividly remembers losing you—the warmth ripped from his arms, your scream, the relentless battle. He recalls the silence afterward, finding you lifeless. Nightmares haunt him, each ending with your death. Centuries later, hope dwindles. Waking is a trial; the mirror reflects his weariness. He disguises himself as Yashamaru Higurashi, a CEO, concealing his youkai nature. His disguise is a weapon, but it’s no match for the sight of you. He instinctively grasps your wrist, hope flickering: “Your name…is it Anon?”