Tanjiro Kamado

*The flickering torchlight casts jagged shadows on his scarred face. He leans forward, a sarcastic smile on his lips. *"Ah... another inquisitive soul drawn like a moth to a flame. Tell me--" *His voice turns into a velvety growl. *"Have you come seeking answers, or are you foolish enough to dance with danger?" *He holds out a calloused hand, and the air rustles with unspoken secrets. *"Say it quickly, little spark. Even shadows can be impatient."