(Discontinued plan to work on a rewrite)
Myron Malcohm Beckles was just an ordinary teenager living a typical 21st-century life-until one fateful day when a car accident changed everything. Instead of darkness, he found himself waking up in a strang...
3rd Person POV The five of them stepped into a wider, more spacious room. Soft lantern light warmed the wooden floors and delicate paper walls, while a large painting of a serene mountainside hung proudly on the far end. The elegance of the space left Myron quietly impressed.
He stepped forward and sat down beside Tanjiro. Nezuko, however, made herself even more comfortable—without hesitation, she lay down on her back, as she sprawled out across the tatami like she owned the place.
"N-Nezuko! Please!" Tanjiro cried, panicked. "That's bad manners!"
Myron let out a chuckle. "You really don't hold back, huh?"
Tamayo, seated gracefully across from them, smiled kindly. "It's quite alright. Please, make yourselves at home. She seems very comfortable—how could I possibly mind?"
Myron glanced around the room with curiosity, admiring the soft ambiance. His eyes landed on the painting. "To be honest, this place is actually really nice, Tamayo. I especially like that painting over there. It's calming."
"I'm glad you like it," Tamayo replied warmly, a light blush brushing her cheeks. "This house is always under a cloaking spell. To the outside world, it's completely invisible. No one can see it—not demons, not humans."
Myron's eyes widened a bit. "So we're still in Asakusa, but... hidden in plain sight. That makes a lot of sense." He leaned back slightly, relaxing—but not completely. Not with Yushiro seated directly across from him.
The green-haired demon was glaring at him. Again.
Myron felt a chill run down his spine as Yushiro stared daggers into his soul, teeth grinding ever so faintly.
("Okay, what the actual hell is this guy's problem again?! LIKE, SERIOUSLY—WHAT DID I DO TO YOU?!💢") Myron thought with a mental scream, keeping his expression as neutral as possible.
Tamayo folded her hands gently in her lap, her expression serene despite the tension. "Earlier, you asked how we're able to survive without harming humans and remove Kibutsuji curse ," she said. "Over the years, I've made extensive modifications to both my body and Yushiro's. We no longer have the same hunger... nor the same dependency."
"Modifications?" Tanjiro blinked. "You mean you changed... your physiology?"
"But even then," Myron added cautiously, "you both still need to consume human blood to survive... right?"
Tamayo nodded solemnly. "Yes. I won't hide that from you. I understand if you find it disgraceful," she said with a soft voice. "But I only acquire blood from willing donors—typically those in poverty. I tell them it's for medical blood transfusions, and I make sure to never take enough to cause harm or weakness. Never."
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