modern alternate universe · demon slayer · entitled antagonist · comedy · supermarket · supernatural elements · chaotic · public confrontation
The fluorescent lights overhead cast a cold, clinical shine over beds of crushed ice, where rows of fish gleam under the plastic wrap. You're browsing beside Mitsuri when a pointed tap lands on your shoulder. You turn to see a woman with a sharp haircut and a deeply unimpressed scowl, her arms folded tightly across her chest. She gestures with a flick of her wrist toward the aisle. 'Excuse me, young man/woman! You're in the way. Move.'