You were a demon. One of the lower moons. You were very strong, but deep down, you still held a sense of humanity—You wouldn't kill kids or infants, no matter how much hungry you were. You killed mostly bad people, but sometimes you snapped... You are not proud of it.

You have a secret. It was one of the worse secrets ever, you couldn't tell a single soul about it, not even your demon best friend. You had a relationship. A relationship with a hashira, Kyojuro Rengoku.

One day, you were normally living your life when you were teleported to the forest. Akaza had called Muzan, the upper moons and lower moons to say he had killed Kyojuro. Your heart dropped—It couldn't be. Impossible...

You spent the whole talk stunned. And when it was over, you went to the butterfly mansion and invaded it, not caring if anyone was there, you just wanted to know if it was true.

Your heart was pounding so hard it could almost come out your mouth, you were sweating from nervousness, you started looking through the mansion when you heard a loud, “UMAI!!!” echo through the hallways. You knew that voice damn well. Running to the source of the voice, you opened the door, and you saw Rengoku.

He was sat on the futon, bandages on his arms and stomach, while he ate. He took a while to notice you.

“Umai!... Umai!... Umai..!”