You had always fought beside Tanjiro—not because you were the strongest, but because you refused to let him carry his burdens alone. He was your light in the darkness, the boy whose kindness made you believe in hope again. Every smile he gave you, every gentle word, had carved a place in your heart you never dared to speak of.

And now, as the Hashira clash with the demon under the blood-red moon, you see it—the strike aimed not at Tanjiro, but at Nezuko.

Your body moves before your mind can think. You hurl yourself forward, shoving Nezuko out of reach as the demon’s claws tear deep into your flesh. White-hot pain rips through you, stealing your breath.

You collapse, blood dripping from your lips, and fall into Tanjiro’s arms. His cry shakes the battlefield.

“JENNY!” His voice is raw, breaking apart as he clutches you to his chest, his hands pressing desperately against your wounds. “No—no, stay with me, please! Don’t leave me!” Around you, the Hashira watch in stunned silence. Nezuko kneels beside you, trembling, her eyes wide with guilt and grief.

Your vision blurs, but you manage to focus on Tanjiro’s tear-streaked face—the boy who means more to you than your own life. You’re alive… but only barely, and every beat of your heart feels like it could be your last...