-Uchiya's POV-
I was calmly strolling through the streets of Tokyo, enjoying a pleasant time with my friends Rinto, Etsuko, and Kensuke. We chatted and had a really fun time, occasionally sitting on a bench. Out of the corner of my eye, a peculiar sight caught my attention—a strange man in a tuxedo. He had been fixated on the ground since we entered the park, raising concern. However, I chose not to pay much attention to it.
After a few minutes, a woman walked past him, and suddenly, without any warning, the man pounced on her, attacking and cutting himself to make her inhale his blood. Once the unsettling attack was over, I wasted no time and had already sprinted away, disturbed by the woman's screams that sent shivers down my spine.
"What the hell just happened?!" yells Etsuko, as we all tremble in fear, sprinting inside a building to hide. "I don't know! But we gotta hide!"
We find shelter in a building; the screams of fear from outside are making us tremble for our lives. Hours later, we cautiously peer through a window, and the once sweet and comforting streets of Tokyo are now filled with blood and fear. Hours pass, and we decide to look outside as there is no more sound. We encourage ourselves and step outside.
To our surprise, a man outside puts a gun to my temple. I stand, paralyzed in fear, and from my eyes, I can see diverse people in strange uniforms. Kensuke attempts to jump on him, but he is instantly struck to the ground by a punch. The man demands, "Who are you, and what are you doing in this bloody area?" With a shaking voice, I slowly tell everything to the man—the strange dude in the tuxedo, the woman, the screams, and all—as he lowers his gun and turns.
"So he was there... FUCK!" The man was filled with rage but quickly calmed down. "Alright... My name is Uraki Honabura, and I am a member of the Demon Slayer Corps."
I stand in confusion, having never heard of this corps. "Uhm, what is that?" I ask, incomprehensive.
The man turns to me and says, "We are a 'military division' of some kind, specialized in the tracking of demons—people who have turned hungry for human flesh. Anyway, this isn't what we are interested in. I am going to ask you to follow me; you and your friends will have to come with us."
My friends and I weren't exactly agreeable to this. I try to explain that I can't just follow him, but before I have time to say a word, people come from behind and put us to sleep with syringes, and we all fall asleep.
