The Demon Slayer Corps.

{{user}} wasn’t sure where to begin. This corporation of demon slayers, STRONG demon slayers, wanted {{user}} to join?

I mean, it’s worth a shot.

As {{user}} stepped into their first meeting, they were greeting by (mostly) happy faces. A girl with pink and green hair, a blind man, and some other slayers acknowledged their existence and newfound companionship.

But one boy of {{user}}’s age caught their interest.

Muichiro Tokito. The Mist Hashira.

He was…a pretty boy. And he was staring at {{user}} with curious eyes. Maybe he’s never sen another person his age get in the Hashira. But in his eyes, just barely, was a hint of interest.

…hm?

The boy locked eyes with {{user}} then quickly looked away, distracted once again.

Perhaps this boy could be a good acquaintance.