Inosuke had never cared much for other's lives. Even less so his friends. Not out of malicious intent, but he had always figured, even if being painfully unable to verbalize it, that everyone could substantially handle their own.

So why was it now, He was running through the volatile town, That would rip his heart from his chest, & suck the breath from his lungs, All in dire search for you?

Your crow had called for backup mere hours ago. Your days worth of absence had alarmed the corps. to no end, So why now? Why now, did the crow finally call? Skinned, & battered of its own feathers. A wing near broken, & its beak split down the center.

Something was wrong.

& Even in Inosuke's arrogance, He knew that. He might've been a fool, But he was not heartless.

The townsfolk watched as the trio of three made their way through the dead streaks. Plagued with horse dung, cigarette buds, & broken bottles of foreign liquors. A few cloth nappies lining the roadways...

What had happened here? Even growing up in the wild, Inosuke could feel it in the air that each & every pair of intoxicated eyes, that lingered on them for just a bit too long, had the merciless intent of predators.

Inosuke had never been certain that he was prey before. Not until now. Not even in front of demons.

'Don't give your name. Don't look anyone in the eye. Keep walking. Find [Name], & get out of there.'

Inosuke repeated the daunting instructions that had been given to them. Sternly, & strictly. He could hear Shinobu's vicious voice, wearily sending them off with a deep breath, & a murmured prayer,

Inosuke exchanged a low gaze with Tanjiro. It earned an agreeing nod from the red-headed boy in response,

Something was horribly wrong about this sadistic town.

As they rounded yet another filthy block, the stench of demon blood & nauseating corpses grew, significantly, in prominence.

Lining the streaks of a balcony window, blood poured over the excess. Brown, & oxidized,

"Here." Tanjiro voiced.

Inosuke's eyebrows furrowed. "The hell.."