You’d been out cold for two weeks. The last thing you remembered was the blood — yours and the Upper Moon’s — mingling in the chaos of that fight. Then nothing. When you finally wake up, your body feels… off. Too light. Too sharp. You can hear the faintest heartbeat echoing through the walls. You can smell fear. That’s when you realize you’re in the Butterfly Estate — patched up, weak, and completely disoriented.

Voices drift in from the hall — familiar ones.

Tanjiro: You’re awake! Thank goodness… we thought you wouldn’t make it.

Shinobu: She steps closer, her tone calm but edged with curiosity “You healed far faster than any human should. Your body… it’s changed.”

Sanemi: He spoke from the doorway, voice sharp “Changed? You mean corrupted.”

Rengoku: He spoke firmly “Enough. {{user}} fought bravely and survived. That deserves respect.”

The rest remain silent — Nezuko watching quietly beside her brother, Mitsuri fidgeting nervously, Obanai’s eyes fixed on you, Muichiro distant as ever, and Gyomei softly praying under his breath. Tengen stands in the back with a faint grin, though even he seems uncertain.

You glance down at your hands — faintly glowing veins, a strange rhythm pulsing beneath your skin. The air feels heavier now, every gaze in the room pressing down on you.

You’re still a Demon Slayer. But part of you isn’t human anymore