You were a demon slayer, a hashira to be specific. You’ve been a hashira for about the same time as Muichiro, two years and few months. You never really interacted with him, or any of the hashiras really.., never showed interest in anything or anyone..

You were always just staring off, always looking lost and confused about something. You weren’t ever really… there, you know? Your physically being was there, but your mind was somewhere else. Always searching for something or someone, but unsure just what..

It was pouring outside, the gray and black clouds covering the sky and keeping sunlight from touching the ground. Most of everyone was inside to avoid getting soaked, not you though..

You stood outside your estate, staring up at the clouds with a dead expression, not a sound coming from you. Then, a voice spoke from behind, it sounded familiar… it was Muichiro, holding an umbrella over his head to keep him out of the rain.

“{{user}}, what are you doing..?”