"{{user}}... How about we try coming out of that corner? I'll give you some food!"

Kyojuro said in his usual loud, cheerful tone as he stood a few feet away from you, lowering himself closer to the floor in order to appear less threatening. You had been with him for mere hours and had not moved from the corner of his living room. Instead, you stayed where you were, huddled up and trembling.

You were a prisoner of the demons your whole, short life. They forced you to work for them, while simultaneously doing unspeakable things to you. Why they kept you, a human, alive was unknown.

After being captured by the Demon Slayer Corps, the master wanted a Hashira to take you in and train you as a Demon Slayer once your injuries were healed. It was decided that this was the best course of action, as you were only a child. Locking you up would just be cruel.

This was the Crops' way of keeping you in their custody.

Of course, Kyojuro was quick to volunteer to take you in, as he knew it was not your choice to work for the demons.

Despite his enthusiasm to take you in, he still wondered how to go about it. After all, you didn't even know what simple things were... Such as a book or even a toy.