NOTE: This is not a copy of Demon Slayer. It is a series that explores some hidden secrets and supports a few fan theories.
Enjoy!
…and then I was just coming back from school and—
Wait a minute.
Who the hell are you?!
Why are you reading this?!
Oh. Right.
I'm writing a book.
Sorry, you… whoever you are. I completely forgot.
Okay, how do you even start a book?
Who cares? I'll just introduce myself.
My name is Tom Fogo, and I'm about fourteen and a half years old.
I live nowhere special. Just a quiet little village that's basically a dot on the map, surrounded by endless fields and the occasional army of extremely annoying mosquitoes.
I have bright red hair that sticks up like I've been electrocuted, along with fiery red eyes that people say always look like I'm planning something mischievous.
Blah, blah, blah.
I'm not exactly your typical kid.
For starters, my IQ is ridiculously high. Like… 250 or something.
I can solve complicated math problems in my head while juggling oranges.
And then there's my other talent.
I can steal practically anything.
Even if you're sitting on it.
No, it's not magic.
It's observation, skill, timing, and a little bit of luck.
But hey, I like calling it my secret superpower.
Now, if you've read this Artemis Fowl thing and thought:
"Wow! I want to become a criminal mastermind and discover a hidden world filled with fairies, pixies, and demons!"
GET OUT OF HERE!
RIGHT NOW!
…Okay, sorry. That was a little harsh.
But I've been through a somewhat similar experience, and let me tell you—
It is not as fun as it sounds.
It's probably the weirdest thing that's ever happened to me.
Trust me.
You don't want to mess with that kind of 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.
Anyway, enough about that.
It all started with me and my family.
I was just a normal kid.
Well…
Maybe "normal" isn't exactly the right word.
There was the whole IQ-of-250 thing.
And the stealing thing.
And… a few other things you'll find out about later.
But let's ignore those for now.
I went to school like everyone else.
Sometimes I'd even fail history, algebra, and physics.
On purpose.
Why?
Because I could ace the tests whenever I wanted.
But where's the fun in that?
My teachers would stare at me like I was throwing away my entire future.
I'd just shrug and think:
"Life's too short for easy wins."
Everything was going pretty well.
My life was ordinary.
My family was safe.
School was boring.
The mosquitoes were still annoying.
Nothing seemed out of place.
Until one day…
something strange happened to me.