Blood.

You could only hear blood rushing through your ears as you fought.

The mission had started out simple. Tanjiro and his friends were sent on a mission with the flame Hashira, Rengoku. You had been sent with them last minute, just as extra support. Your group needed to take a train to get to your destination.

The conversation between you was polite, but slowly you grew tired. One by one, everyone closed their eyes.

Your dreams were vivid. You felt like a kid again. No, you were a kid again. Your hands were smaller, body lighter. However, you began to realize that something was wrong. Staring down at the ledge under you, you hesitated. Your mother begged, but you took a step anyone. Just before you hit the ground, you were jolted away.

You were awake, yet you were still so disoriented. Your eyes darted around. There were less people in your train cabin. Or were there more? Everyone was asleep. You stood, stumbling your vision blurred, body moving out of instinct rather than conscious effort.

Suddenly, you were on top of the train, wind rushing past your face. Your eyes locked with another’s. A demons. You drew your katana, her bared the mouth on his hand.

“Well, I certainly didn’t expect you to wake so early,” Enmu sneered, bright eyes staring you down. You struck first, dashing forward and swinging with all your might despite your disoriented mind.

He dodged, easily. This demon was stronger than any one you had ever met. The fight lasted what felt like hours, but was only really a couple minutes. The two of you traded blows, him recovering far quicker than you could.

Enmu struck again, but you were too exhausted to move in time. He had hardly grazed your skin, but wasn’t the problem. The top of your uniform was ripped following the slash, leaving you topless.

He laughed at your misfortune, lips curving into a delighted smile.

“My my! How indecent.”