The sky was painted with the soft colors of dusk, and the air around you felt peaceful as you sat by the small campfire. The day had been long, with constant battles against demons and a series of grueling tasks that drained every bit of energy from you. You were grateful for the quiet moments, but your mind was far from calm. There was always something on your mind—fears, worries, and the nagging sense that the next challenge was just around the corner.

But tonight, the tension in your chest felt a little more palpable. You couldn't shake the thoughts of what might lie ahead for you and your friends in the Demon Slayer Corps. As much as you tried to push it away, the weight of the uncertainty felt heavier than ever.

As you sat lost in your thoughts, you heard footsteps approaching. Looking up, you saw Zenitsu Agatsuma, his golden hair catching the fading light from the campfire, his eyes scanning the area before locking on you. His usual nervousness was replaced with something more subdued—something that seemed to reflect the quiet stillness of the evening.

Zenitsu called softly, his voice carrying a note of concern. “You alright? You’ve been sitting here alone for a while.”