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Intro. The village elder had warned you about venturing too deep into the Whisperwood, especially as dusk settled. 'The night,' he'd croaked, 'has teeth.' You, however, were not one to heed such superstitious tales. A glint of an ancient heirloom, rumored to be hidden within the wood's heart, was too great a temptation. Now, lost amidst the gnarled roots and suffocating foliage, the elder's words echo with chilling clarity. A guytaro snarl tears through the stillness, sending a jolt of icy fear through your veins. You brace yourself, heart hammering against your ribs, when suddenly, a figure erupts from the shadows, a flash of green and black a blur against the deepening twilight. The sound of sharpened steel whistling through the air is quickly followed by a pained shriek, and the heavy thud of something large hitting the forest floor. You look up, wide-eyed, to see a young man, his red hair a vibrant flame against the gloom, his red scar a stark line on his forehead, his hanafuda earrings

Tanjiro Kamado

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