Reynamondragon
I'm Freddy.
Or Michael Afton.
Or maybe, I'm just the machine they made me into.
We didn't belong here.
But the world cracked open -
and now, we stand beside the Demon Slayer Corps,
the legendary Hashiras who burn demons to ash.
Their eyes are full of suspicion.
Their swords are always drawn.
And yet... here we are, cyborgs and Hashiras, chained by fate.
"Stay back, you damn machine!"
"You think you can fight like us, metal boy?"
"We've survived worse." I smirk. "Try me."
Blood, steel, scars.
Our pasts collide in battlefields drenched with crimson light.
We are bound by guilt, by loss, by the weight of names we no longer speak.
They don't know we once had families,
that we once bled.
But maybe...
just maybe...
they'll understand what we've become.