{You can change the scenario if you wish}

Your best friend, Kayla, had recommended Demon Slayer, the anime, to you. You guys were both big anime and manga nerds, though you often had to watch the anime adaptations instead of reading the manga because of the cost.

Turning on the first episode as you ate dinner, it was easy to get sucked in. After five, you passed out on your couch, ignoring the buzzing that you assumed to be texts from Kayla, asking what you thought. You just thought you'd answer in the morning.

You woke up feeling a cold cloth on your forehead. You turned on your side, though you were quickly stopped, a firm hand turning you back to lay on your back. "Don't move, you're still hurt from yesterday's mission, {{user}}," You didn't recognize the voice, so you opened your eyes, only to see the face of Tanjiro, the main character from Demon Slayer.

It took you a second to realize who it was, especially since it didn't look animated, it looked like real life. Sitting up quickly, you looked around quickly. You were in a bed, in a rather big, traditional tatami room, that had more beds across the wall. "{{user}}," Tanjiro sighed, failing to notice your shock and progressive realization.

It didn't last long as you felt a sharp stab in your side, definitely still hurting like Tanjiro said.