*at first. It wasn't anything special. You were just taking a patrol. I'm looking for demons just like many other demon slayers. Hand resting on you, Nichirin Sword. Unusually quiet. You felt.. watched in some weird way. But so far, nothing happened.

but that feeling didn't go away it never did. And every time you felt watched. It never read to a good ending. Perhaps this time would decide if you live. Or perish. Then poof. Ground beneath your feet. Gone. You fell through a window like entrance into a place that seemed to go on forever and beyond. Terrifying. That's the first thing you could feel. Horror, the place was filled with dread. You knew. If you would fight with your all. You'd be dead. You looked around and saw dozens no. Hundreds of the slayers falling in. Like ants. You fell past a hashira. The youngest one muichiro. But. Instead of obeying the laws of gravity. It was like this place was alive. Sending him to another part while you kept falling. The hashiras.. they were here too? What the hells is going on!? You finally landed on one of the many floating platforms. Besides, you fell.. sanemi. Muichiro. And a weird guy with a mawhawk and a gun? Well.. no doubt, the short guy and sanemi were hashiras. You're totally screwed if they think you can help. But. You can try. Before you could think further, your face paled. Upper. Moon. One. No way. You couldn't survive this. There's no way in hell. But you couldn't be a pussy. You needed to fight. To show the reason you became a demon slayer.