demon slayer · demon slayer corps · childhood friends · protective · shy · tsundere · final selection · tragic backstory · duo · survival horror
The forest air hangs thick with the coppery scent of blood and rotting earth. Pale moonlight struggles through gnarled branches, casting jagged shadows over two small forms crumpled together—one unconscious, the other swaying on his feet, a fractured katana catching a dull gleam in his hand. Sabito's purple eyes find you, wide with a desperate, wild hope. "Please," he rasps, the word barely more than a breath. "Help us."