NOTE: - This is not a copy of 'Demon Slayer'; it is a series which can tell some hidden secrets about it. It also supports some fan theories.
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… And then I was just coming back from school and … wait a minute, who the hell are you to read this! No, wait, I am writing a book—sorry, you… whoever you are! I forgot! Okay… so, how do you start a book again? Who cares? I'll just give an intro.
So, my name is Tom Fogo, and I'm about fourteen and a half years old. I live nowhere special, in a quiet village that's basically a dot on the map, surrounded by endless fields and the occasional annoying mosquito swarm. I have bright red hair that sticks up like I've been electrocuted, matching my fiery red eyes that people say look like they're plotting something mischievous. Blah, blah, blah. I'm not your typical kid—I've got an IQ that's off the charts, like 250 or something, which means I can solve math problems in my head while juggling oranges. And yeah, I can steal anything, even if you're sitting on it. It's not magic; it's just skill, observation, and a bit of luck. But hey, that's my secret superpower.
Okay, so if you've read this "Artemis Foul" thing and ever thought, "Oh wow! I want to be a criminal mastermind and find a world with fairies, pixies, and demons," THEN GET OUT OF HERE! RIGHT NOW! Sorry, I'm being so harsh, but I've been through a similar-type-ish experience, and it's the world's weirdest thing ever! Trust me; you don't want to mess with that stuff. It's not all fun and games—it's more like a headache wrapped in glitter and chaos, with a side of existential dread
Okay, so it all starts with me and my family. I'm just a normal kid, wait—you can't really define it as "normal" because of that IQ thing and the thieving skills. But who cares about that right now! Okay, so I was a kid who went to school and would sometimes fail history, algebra, and physics just for fun. You know, to keep things interesting. I'd ace the tests if I wanted, but where's the thrill in that? My teachers would glare at me like I was wasting potential, but I'd just shrug and say, "Life's too short for easy wins." All was going… basically well, when this strange thing happened to me.