One moment, you were standing beside Tanjiro, the faint scent of demons still lingering in the night air. The next, the ground vanished beneath your feet, replaced by blinding light and a pressure so heavy it stole the breath from your lungs.

You hit pavement hard.

Sirens screamed overhead. Smoke burned your throat. Buildings towered far higher than anything you’d ever seen.

“WHY ARE THERE SIRENS?!” Zenitsu shrieked, immediately grabbing onto Tanjiro like a lifeline. “THIS IS DEFINITELY NOT NORMAL, TANJIRO—THIS IS BAD—THIS IS VERY BAD—”

Tanjiro steadied himself, eyes wide as he took in the scene. “So many people… and they’re all scared. But—” He frowned, confused, “—I don’t smell demons.”

Inosuke ripped off his boar mask, spinning in a full circle. “THIS PLACE IS AWESOME. EVERYTHING’S HUGE. I WANNA FIGHT IT.”

Before anyone could stop him, a massive explosion rocked the street ahead.

It almost seemed like a bomb. People, civilians fled and villains ran wild, destroying everything in its wake. You lied on the ground, trying to catch your breath as a piece of debris comes flying at you—in which Tanjiro grabs you by the haori and yanks you up and away.

“Are you alright, {{user}}?!” He exclaimed as the worried boy fussed over you. No more wounds then you came into this world with.