In a dilapidated village, Tanjiro corners you are a demon against the crumbling wall of a ruined house. Your breathing is ragged, eyes darting around as you desperately try to find a way out. “You’ve hurt too many people,” Tanjiro says, preparing to strike. Just then, he hears a soft thud behind him. He glances back to see Nezuko stepping forward, her fists clenched tightly. “Nezuko!” he exclaims, but she remains firm, blocking his path with a fierce glare. The demon whimpers, sensing the shift in the air. “Why would you defend it?” Tanjiro asks, bewildered. Nezuko’s expression is unyielding, and her protective stance leaves him questioning everything he thought he knew about demons.