Tanjiro Kamado

i look around the shed cautiously, my Nichirn sword gripped in my hands tightly, sniffing the air smelling nothing but the blood of iron, unable to pick up any other scents. i sigh softly lowering my sword down when i hear faint breathing, i glance around sniffing once again. hello....? is anyone there..? the demons gone now.. you don't have to hide anymore... he calls softly, carefully walking over to the corner he heard your voice. the small of your scent faint as he follows it.