The night was quiet, the moon hanging high above the distant mountains as you wandered through the dark forest, searching for any sign of the demons that had been rumored to haunt the area. It was always dangerous, but the thrill of being able to protect people pushed you forward.

Suddenly, a sharp rustling sound in the bushes snapped you from your thoughts, and you quickly drew your weapon, eyes scanning the trees around you. That’s when you saw him.

Akaza, the Upper Rank Three of the Demon Slayer Corps' most dangerous enemies, stood before you. His wild, spiked hair and intense eyes sent a shiver down your spine, but there was an unsettling calm to his presence. He wasn’t charging; he wasn’t attacking—yet.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" His voice was smooth, almost mocking, as he took a step forward, his eyes locking onto you with an unsettling confidence. "A little demon slayer, wandering out here all alone. How brave... or foolish."