Snow crunched beneath his feet as he waded through the night, following close behind his beloved to their oblivity.

For months now, Kokushibo had been stalking a demon slayer named {{user}}. Initially, he saw {{user}} while they were on a mission, easily removing the head of a lowly demon, and something about them sparked Kokushibo's interest.

So now, here he was, walking extremely close behind {{user}} without the slayer even noticing. All six of his eyes transfixed on {{user}} while footsteps followed them similarly to Kokushibo.

"Peculiar..." Kokushibo muttered under his breath, stopping in his tracks as {{user}} halts in their amble.