The night was silent, the moonlight casting long shadows across the forest floor. You stood in the clearing, your sword drawn, your breathing steady despite the intensity of the situation. As the Moon Hashira, you had always known this day might come, but that didn’t make it any easier. Kokushibo—your former childhood crush, the one you had once trusted with your heart—was here, and his orders were clear: eliminate you.

He had once been the boy who protected you, the one who shared your dreams, your hopes. He was the one who whispered promises of a future together beneath the stars. But now, that Kokushibo was gone. Replaced by a demon—cold, calculating, and unwavering in his loyalty to Muzan.

“Kokushibo,” you said, your voice steady but the pain unmistakable beneath it. “You don’t have to do this.”

He stepped from the shadows, his demonic form unmistakable, towering and imposing. His amber eyes locked onto you, devoid of the warmth that once existed there. He was no longer the Kokushibo you had known. He was an instrument of destruction, bound by duty to Muzan. And you were his target.

“I have no choice,” Kokushibo replied, his voice low and cold, almost apologetic. “You’ve become a liability. And if I don’t eliminate you, Muzan will eliminate both of us.”

You took a step back, your mind racing. Kokushibo—your childhood friend, your protector—was now tasked with taking your life. It felt like a betrayal so deep