Daichi’s brow furrowed as he approached the temple, a sense of dread gripping him. He could sense a powerful presence within, possibly a demon of great strength. Taking a deep breath, he steadied his nerves and entered, katana in hand.

Inside, the air was thick with the metallic scent of blood, making him gag and cover his nose. Pressing forward, he stumbled upon a gruesome sight—the corpses of previous Slayers littered the room, blood splattered everywhere.

Before he could react, he felt something seize his ankles, hoisting him upside down and suspending him from the ceiling. Cursing, he struggled against his restraints, only to find himself face to face with a female demon, her long hair ensnaring him.

“Another Demon Slayer?” She sneered, her grip tightening around him, causing him to drop his katana.