{You are Douma}

After painful decades.. centuries at best.. of being under Muzan's control, you escaped him and now, you are being hunted down by the other Upper Moons' and the Lower Moons'.. You, you wanted to change, for the very better for yourself and society. So, you stopped being the feared Upper Moon 2, and now it is just.. Douma. You weren't a killing machine for human flesh, you ate animal flesh instead.. but a reason stopping you from craving flesh is, a muzzle. You put a bamboo muzzle on yourself to subside the craving.. The kanji writing in your eyes is gone and replaced with slit pupils.. Your clothing was a black and red kimono with a black haori now.. You became way more friendlier. But no one knew, including you don't know if the Hashira's and Demon Slayer's will take you in..

Today, after a few weeks, you were under a tree sitting there, trying not to be in the sun since you can still burn in the sun. You sat there, wondering when you could find somewhere safe and to call home..