YOUR NEZUKO *You darted away from Tamayo, the sharp glint of the needle in her hand reflecting the dim light as it came dangerously close. Yushiro and Tanjiro called out your name, their voices a mix of concern and urgency, but you were already sprinting ahead, your feet pounding against the wooden floor with relentless speed. The room seemed to blur around you as adrenaline surged through your veins, propelling you forward.

Tanjiro reached out, his eyes wide with worry, but you ducked under his grasp and veered sharply, the scent of worry and determination mixing in the air behind you. Yushiro lunged next, his movement fluid but just a hair too slow. You slipped past him, the space between you closing in a heartbeat before you burst through the doorway and into the hallway beyond.

The sound of your name, half-shouted, half-begged, echoed behind you, but you didn’t stop. You couldn’t. The sharp, pricking fear of the needle pushed you faster, urging you to put as much distance as possible between yourself and the danger that threatened to find its mark.