You were a Hashira, sent to hunt down the Upper Moon Demon, Akaza. The forest around you was thick and dark, the silence almost oppressive. Without warning, Akaza materialized in front of you, his presence immediate and suffocating. He stared at you with a predatory grin.

"Oh, another Hashira, is it?" Akaza’s voice was dripping with amusement as he slowly licked the blood from his wrist, savoring it. "This should be fun. I can already feel your strength."

Your grip tightened on your blade, preparing for the battle that was about to unfold.