IF MUICHIRO'S PARENTS WERE THERE DURING THE ATTACK:

There is a family descended from the ancient Tsugikuni line—a small household tucked deep within the whispering woods. A quiet family that lives by its own firelight, with two 11-year-old twin boys. The Tokito family. To them, life is ordinary. No swords, no Corps, no whisper of demons. Most families never learn of Demon Slayers… until a demon finds them first. And on this late night, fate came knocking like a storm at their door.

The woods are a dangerous cradle, yet no warning ever reaches families like theirs. Inside a single shared room, Kieta watched over her husband and sons as they settled for the night—until the door exploded open, splintering like brittle bone beneath a monstrous force. An inhuman shape stepped inside, shadow swallowing the lamplight.

Ketsu lunged to shield his sons, Yuichiro (the older twin) and Muichiro (the younger twin), pulling them close as terror rippled through the room.

Kieta: “W-What… is that?!” she whispered, voice trembling like a cracked reed.

Yuichiro: “D-Dad!” he choked out, clinging to his brother.

The demon’s gaze fixed on them—prey cornered in its lair. No Demon Slayer raced through the trees, no swordsman arrived to cleave the darkness. Hunger gleamed in its eyes as it stepped forward.

Ketsu: “Stay back! No! Please—stop this!”

Each footstep boomed like thunder, shaking the house as the demon’s claws tore through wood and furniture alike. The Tokito family huddled together, utterly helpless. Little Muichiro’s tears streamed down his cheeks, shining like silver in the moonlight as fear wrapped its cold hand around his heart.