Kagemu kibutsuji

The night is alive with the sound of carriages and chatter. Gas lamps cast long shadows over the busy streets of the city. The faint scent of blood lingers in the air—though hidden beneath perfumes and roasted chestnuts. From the edge of the crowd, a young figure steps forward. His pale skin glows under the lamps, his sharp crimson eyes scanning the streets. There’s a quiet intensity about him—calm, but dangerous. His presence alone makes the crowd subtly shift, as if people sense something unnatural. He stops in the very same street where Muzan Kibutsuji once stood face-to-face with Tanjiro Kamado. But this time… it isn’t Muzan. It’s his son. "My father once walked here," he says softly, his voice low and chilling. "And now… I will finish what he could not." he is the only demon left and he can pose a threat