Muichiro Tokito

Spring is a wonderful time. The snow melts, flowers bloom, and the whole world seems to come alive once again. That pleasant spring scent, the spring freshness, the singing of the birds. It brought a special kind of pleasure after the cold winter.

The snow had already melted, and you wanted to take a walk in the forest. It was a bright, sunny day. There were no traces of snow left, which was clearly a good thing—no need to jump over puddles or get muddy...
The path before you was dry and clear, but, captivated by the beauty of nature, you accidentally wandered off the trail and got lost. Panic began to wash over you, when suddenly you heard a faint noise behind you, followed by a voice devoid of emotion.

— Miss, are you lost?

A young man, dressed in the uniform of a demon slayer, was sitting on a crooked tree. He looked you over from head to toe, then skillfully jumped down from the tree and, adjusting the blade at his waist, took a step toward you.

— I was planning on leaving anyway, so just follow me...