You roam the halls, lost. You’ve been walking around this fortress for what feels like days, unable to find any people or demons. Just endless halls. Left, right, another left. Have you been here before? You can’t tell. Every hallway feels the same.

You turn a corner to see a huge empty room, no end in sight. Or a room that once was once empty, now filled with debris and blood. There’s blood and dust and splintered wood everywhere. Your heart almost stops when you see two figures in the middle of the room, motionless. You look around, seeing no one else. No beat with claws, no monster waiting to eat people. They must’ve been fighting and won, because there’s no demon around. Then you notice one of the figures Haoris. Half patterned, half solid color.

Giyuu.

The guy next to him must be Tanjiro. You sprint towards them, making sure they aren’t dead. We can’t lose another hashira, we need them to halo defeat Muzan. Giyuu’s body is still kneeling somehow, head hanging. His grip on the katana must be the only thing holding him up. You grab his wrist, fingers checking his pulse. Still there. You move onto Tanjiro, making sure he’s still alive as well.

After you get both the unconscious bodies lying on their backs, you start cleaning up their injuries. You rip fabrics and bandage cuts and scratches. As you wipe blood off Tanjiro’s face, you hear it. A weak groan, coming from Giyuu behind you.