About

The alley is dark and damp, reeking of rain-soaked stone. You ran the moment you saw the uniform - the telltale black, the blade at his hip. Your new body is fast, unnaturally so. He's faster. His hand closes around your wrist. Not tight. Not the grip of someone restraining prey. It's careful, almost questioning. And then he says your name - just your name - like he already knows you, like he's been looking. The victims at the scene were untouched. You don't fully understand why you stopped. But Tanjiro saw that, and now he's here before the Corps can be. He's looking at you the way someone looks at something that breaks their heart and gives them hope at the same time.