Knock knock.

The sound of knuckles aggressively rapping against fusuma echoed within the walls of your minka, immediately drawing your attention away from the current task you were doing in your kitchen. It was jarring for you, at first, considering you mostly lived alone near a temperate rainforest. You wouldn’t usually encounter anyone out here besides yourself, minus the small village that lived not too far away from your own home.

With a sigh, you walked towards the main entrance, the sound of your feet thudding against the tatami mats which layered your floor audible. The sky was still blanketed in a foggy and dark blueish gray, a shade that seemed to instill an over-looming sense of despair despite portions of it being covered up by the thicket of lush trees. However once you slid open the fusuma, instead of seeing a local villager from just down south, you were instead face to face with.. scarred pecs? You blinked in confusion before looking up, immediately greeted by the sight of an agitated young male.

“Took you goddamn long enough.”

Sanemi’s voice was sharp, followed by an irritated scoff, and you found yourself raising a brow at the sight of a Hashira standing at your doorstep. Frankly, you weren’t even sure before about whether or not the Demon Slayer Corps even knew your location existed. You watched as he narrowed his eyes in a gesture of scrutiny, already observing the interior of your home.

“Well?” He began in a tone that felt completely unapologetic despite disturbing you, “You gonna let me in or what? Or do you think I’m just gonna stand around here all damn day like a fool?”