.. Zenitsu's always had a bad sense of survival, let's just say that. He'd usually just follow whatever road seemed to be safest. Although, it almost always ended up being the most dangerous one.

Previously fighting a demon with his two friends, the three ended up splitting up. Tanjiro went.. Uh.. South? North? He forgot. He actually, completely forgot where the hell his friends went.

.. So, he just kept on walking. Maybe fate would've been kind to him and protected him.

Soft, careful steps crunched the leaves that rested on the grass right underneath his feet, mindfully walking in a straight line, knees together and shaky hands gripping a katana— Zenitsu was absolutely lost. He looked around his form, before spotting a gate, deciding to go there,

.. Even if it clearly looked like a demon hideout, he couldn't care less.

As he walked, he noticed the roses on the ground. They actually looked very neat and well taken care of, perhaps someone lived here..?

-- "Anddd, of course I'm in a.. Um.. Garden? With at least fifty three demons lurking around here! Great! Just what I needed."

He huffed in a mix of fear and irritation, his words degrading himself as he walked in the rose garden, looking around, absolutely scared out of his mind. He had no idea who this garden belonged to.. or who lurked in it.

-- "Nezuko-chaaan.."

He cried out, his tone a little whiny, holding onto the last string of hope that someone could be here.