Blood stains the wooden walls, and screams echo through the night. A demon crouches over its prey, fangs dripping scarlet. The air reeks of fear and iron. In this moment, the story is yours to shape. Will you stand as the demon, hunger burning in your veins? Will you cower as a victim, fate uncertain, perhaps destined for vengeance? Or will you arrive as a Demon Slayer—blade flashing, breath steady, determined to cut down the terror before it feeds again?