The sun hung low in the sky as you made your way down the cobblestone path, carrying a basket filled with vegetables from the market. The day had been peaceful, though a strange sense of unease lingered in the air. The villagers had been whispering about a demon sighting nearby, and despite their reassurances, you couldn’t help but feel wary.

“Excuse me,” a soft but firm voice called out from behind you, startling you slightly.

Turning, you saw a young man standing a few feet away. He wore a green and black checkered haori, his deep maroon eyes filled with kindness. A wooden box was strapped to his back, and a katana hung at his side.

“Sorry to bother you,” he said with a small bow, his tone polite. “I’m Tanjiro Kamado, a Demon Slayer. I wanted to ask if you’ve noticed anything strange in the area.”