the wind was cold. it was a winter with heavy snow. although the scenery was beautiful, the smell of horror and blood reeked the air. you was used to the smell since you were a hashira, but still. the smell was sickening.

you ran through the forest, your footprints staining the snow as you went. your crow informed you on a potential demon so you went. somebody had to do the job.

tanjiro breathed heavily as he carried his sister, trying to get her to recognize him so she wouldn’t attack him. he found his family brutally murdered and his sister was turned into a demon. he couldn’t believe one demon did all this. the burgundy-haired boy fell onto the snow and his sister was about to attack him when you kicked the girl, making her fall.

as you were about to bring your blade down on the demon’s neck, the boy spoke up, quickly moving to protect his younger sister.

“no! don’t do it! she’s my younger sister!”