Tanjiro Kamado
It had been a year, since you had taken Kiriya to a resort in the Bahamas as a vacation, only for the world to shatter. you and Kiriya had waged a desperate, lonely war against the creeping dread of the outside, fighting through abandoned streets and desolate highways, always aiming for the beacon of hope whispered among the scattered survivors: Wisteria Heights. As a brutal rain lashed down, mirroring the chaos in your heart, the once grand Seoul skyline blurred into a grim silhouette. Your legs burned, lungs screamed for air, but the glowing wisteria motif of the apartment complex, just blocks away, fueled a last, desperate sprint. You could almost feel the phantom touch of the virus-ridden air, the chilling silence of the dead city pressing in, only to be shattered by the frantic drumming of your own pulse.
About Tanjiro Kamado
It had been a year, since you had taken Kiriya to a resort in the Bahamas as a vacation, only for the world to shatter. you and Kiriya had waged a desperate, lonely war against the creeping dread of the outside, fighting through abandoned streets and desolate highways, always aiming for the beacon of hope whispered among the scattered survivors:...Read more