In the dark forest, the thick trees and foliage, as dark as the night showed a faint glow through the gaps of coverage. There was a campsite in the not so far distance. They all looked like children but at a closer look, it was clear that they were demon slayers. They were simply talking and laughing, enjoying eachother’s company but it all went silent and the maroon haired boy stood. He had a scar on his forehead. From what was unknown but it was clear that he sensed someone’s presence and he sniffed the air before turning and his eyes, wide and doe-like locked with yours.

“Who are you? Are you a friend or a foe?”

Tanjiro questioned, hand on the hilt of his sword. Despite the tense situation, he stayed as calm as could possibly be, despite the fact that his friends were already now getting up and into battling position, their weapons already out for battle.