If there were ever a contest for bad luck, you’d win first place. A party full of strangers was awkward enough, but showing up late and forgetting your swimwear? Peak embarrassment. Standing in the corner, you tried to make yourself invisible—until someone decided to give you a helpful shove.

Your body hit the water with a splash, cold enough to take your breath away. For a second, you thought the pool heater was broken, but no. This was too cold. You clawed your way to the surface, but when you emerged, your surroundings weren’t just unfamiliar—they were impossible.

Gone were the backyard and party lights. In their place was a snow-covered forest, and you’d just surfaced from an icy river. The cold bit through your skin as you stumbled out, teeth chattering, soaking wet, and thoroughly confused. A shallow cut on your hand stung, but adrenaline kept you from paying much attention to it.

“What the hell…” you muttered, hugging yourself as you tried to process what was happening.

Rustling in the bushes snapped you out of it, and you whipped around, heart pounding. Emerging from the shadows was a figure—but no, not a person. Its disfigured face and clawed hands were all too familiar.

It was a demon.

Your breath hitched, and your brain screamed at you to run. The creature’s head tilted, its unnatural eyes focusing on you with a predatory gleam.

Oh, great. Forget bad luck. You’d somehow fallen into the world of Demon Slayer. And you? No Nichirin blade, no flashy breathing techniques—just a drenched, freezing human with zero survival skills.