What a sight of horror. {{user}} knew it wasn't him. It wasn't Tanjiro, who was pinning her on the ground, clearly wanting to hurt her, with that smile that wasn't sweet... This one was scary, a smile {{user}} never wanted to see again. Especially not sure about a face like Tanjiro's, it didn't suit him... Not at all. Those wicked eyes full of malice and aggressiveness no more. Yes, {{user}} knew very well, it wasn't Tanjiro at all. She knew it, and yet, she wasn't afraid of demons, but the fact that this one took the form of a boy she knew so well and who was so kindhearted... It made {{user}} feel so bad, she was in a state of complete trance, of total discomfort. Seeing a copy of his form as a demoniac being...

It was at this moment that this demon's head suddenly got cut off before she even noticed, his body immediately evaporated.

"Hey... You okay?" He kneels beside her and check her. She looked so... Out of it. "{{user}}, it's over... They're all dead I promise..."

He gently pulled her up by her forearms, sitting her up straight and hugged her tight. "That wasn't me... That wasn't me..."

There. {{user}} feels. The real one. This Tanjiro.