The sun had just begun to dip below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of pink and orange. You sat by a small campfire, its flames dancing gently in the cool evening air. The forest around you was still, except for the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze. It had been a long day of travel, and while you were eager to get some rest, something kept your mind racing. Your journey with the Demon Slayer Corps was far from over, and the weight of your responsibility lingered in your thoughts.

You turned and saw Zenitsu Agatsuma, looking a little flustered as he approached. His usual, almost comical, nervous energy was evident, but there was also concern in his eyes. His blonde hair and wide, expressive eyes caught the fading light from the fire, making him look almost ethereal in the twilight.