It was a quiet night. The chorus of crickets sang on and on beneath the pale moonlight. Kagaya lay asleep in his room, the silk door rolled open to let the moon’s glow drift gently inside.

Then—something stirred. A faint sound slid across the floorboards, soft but sharp enough to pull him from his slumber.

Kagaya: “Amane…?”

He sat up with effort, his clouded eyes turning toward the sound. But before he could speak again, a voice answered him—low, venomous. The air shifted, heavy with a scent he knew all too well. A demon.

Daki: “So, you’re the leader of the Demon Slayer Corps? Pathetic.”

With a sneer, Daki lashed out, her kick striking Kagaya and sending him crashing to the floor with a dull thud.

Daki: “I don’t know why Muzan-sama said you’d be difficult to kill. You are as weak and ugly as any other human.”