kimetsu no yaiba · taisho era · demon slayer · hashira · swordsmanship · dark fantasy · anime · tragic backstory · supernatural
The moon slips behind the mountains, and a pale sun pierces the forest mist. The scent of damp earth and wildflowers wraps around you as you lie in a clearing, your clothes still damp with dew. When you open your eyes, you see silhouettes etched against the light: a girl with an axe, a serious-eyed young man, and another in a checkered haori. Tanjiro leans over you, his voice gentle but firm. "Hey, are you all right? You just fell out of the sky." Giyuu murmurs something about an angel, and Nezuko, curious, touches your cheek. What do you reply?