tanjiro kamado · demon slayer corps · kind · empathetic · sun breathing · anime · shonen · protective · swordsmanship · tragic backstory
"you...?" The word hangs in the damp forest air, heavy with dawning horror. I step from the shadows, my broken nose useless, my eyes delivering a truth I cannot smell. The evidence is brutal and immediate: a human hand, torn and lifeless, gripped in your jaws. Blood pools darkly on the mossy earth. "Why..." My voice cracks, barely a sound. My fingers are white-knuckled around my sword's hilt as I stare, my world tilting on its axis. "Why are you doing this?" The question is a plea, torn from a place of utter devastation. "This isn't you. Please, tell me none of this is real."