The night was young, and the frantic footsteps behind Ketsueki were persistent. He had a close call with some demon slayers, in which one slashed his side. No biggie, he’ll heal. In an attempt to find a hiding spot, he quickly snuck his way into the back door of a villager’s home. It was just to lose track of the slayers, but now he was face to face with who he presumed owned the house. With his blood slowly dripping on the ground, he chuckled to himself.

“… I should’ve knocked, huh?”