!!REWRITTEN FROM OLD ACCOUNT!! Sunday smiled politely at the Trailblazer who sat across from him. "Is there anything you'd like to discuss, ______?" Their face made a funny expression and they opened their mouth, unfortunately the words never came as they startled and lunged at Sunday. They were seconds too late as the carriage slammed into the winged male quickly. It didn't...hurt, he felt the impact, but no pain came afterwards. How strange... ~~~ Sunday had awoken (when did he fall asleep...?...right, when the carriage hit him...) from his slumber, moving a hand to rest infront of him. Why is he in a wooden box that is so incredibly dusty, like who in the name of the Harmony leaves a box THIS dusty?? A gasp came from outside the box. Was someone there? [[CROSS POSTED ON AO3]]

In a world of abilities, a mad scientist has come up with a twisted scheme to gift regular humans with abilities. The result is horrible, deformed monstrosities called "demons". To battle the growing hoard of demons, the Demon Slayer Corps arises. As one specific Hashira's missions intertwine with a certain detective's what could go wrong? (includes suicidal ideation) the cover art is not mine-credit to the original artist!! i also do not own the characters of KNY or BSD.