Demon Slayer~ Part ThreeMature

I was right. The rain came, and it didn't hold itself back at all. I was getting dressed to go find the demon when I heard it pelting on the windows. It came so hard I thought the glass would shatter, and I made my way for a nify escape from the old bathroom.
Speaking of glass, the pane in my room was still out from yesterday's performance. It let in the rain, and the floor boards where dangerously wet.
I thunder downstairs again and tie my hairback, pat my back to check my cross-swords are in their sheaths, then I tied the laces on my corset. I wore boot leg jeans and tall stelettios that came up to my knees. What's the point in being a demon slayer if you couldn't have fun with looking like one?

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