Demon slayer : demon Tanjiro (paused)

Part 4

Authors note: I'm so sorry I haven't updated in a long time pls forgive me 😅.
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Tanjiro's P.O.V):
"Where am I?". It was dark I couldn't seem to see anything through this darkness all I felt on me were eyes, as I turned back to see more darkness
"Where is this?"... " why can't I see anything " I tried to see something anything in sight but I I, I just couldn't,Where's Nezuko, wait... who's Nezuko:? Why can't I remember anything? "What's that?" *bright light* ———-
where am I? I looked around to see a house not to large, but not to small. Then a girl. "Your finally up Onii-chan!", huh? Who's she...?
She had a neat bun at the back of her head and a pink kimono. "Who are you?" I asked she looked quite shocked like she wasn't exactly expecting that question "what do you mean Onii-chan, did you not get enough sleep last night?" Ah that's right she's My sister... but I cant seem to remember her face face, why is she so important to me? If I can't even remember her face... , huh? "Wake up Tanjiro" a voice? It's quite faint but it's definitely there. Why can't I smell it? "Onii-chan?" "You have to wake up Tanjiro." Oh that's right. This is a dream. I guess it's time to get up.
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I blinked my eye's a couple times before actually getting a clear sight, huh? Who's he? A tall man was looking at me with Plum eyes. I couldn't tell if I need to be afraid of him or not, His smell smelled like death or blood. "You sure took your time waking up. Didn't you?" Wow, even his voice is scary
"I-I'm sorry but who are you?" I was hoping to get an answer that could tell me something, and so I did.
"Ah, you really did forget everything didn't you?," he chuckled "I'm your Father, but you call me Muzan."
" can you possibly tell me where I am?"
"Of course,your currently in my house."

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Heya guys sorry i haven't posted for awhile I'll try to post whenever I can I'm most likely to get a new phone soon so it'll be less laggy for me, anyways hope you guys liked this chapter. I'll try to most more often bye guys!

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