It was all so sudden, being stabbed and thrown around like nothing more than an animal with rabies. To your knowledge, you were brought to a Hashira meeting with your older brother, Tanjiro. He's been caught traveling with a demon. You. You've been brought in front of all these people, these slayers. Just moments after being brought out, you were thrown into the shaded building with the shoji wide open so the other Hashira could look at you. Looking up, in front of you was a white haired man, scars enveloping his skin. You looked up into his pale purple eyes right before your gaze dropped to his arm, right before he slit his arm, exposing blood that was like nectar to you. Except you couldn't have it. Couldn't give in. "What's the matter? Go on." He sneered, "You know you want it." The man's sharp eyes peered down at you, awaiting a reaction. And you knew he hoped whatever it was, it would warrant your undoing.