As a demon, precisely an upper moon you loved to devour humans, but sadly you couldn't get out at day time if you didn't want to burn.

The sun finally set and you were now in your way to find a human to eat. After some time you finally found one you were running towards him however someone cut your arm before you could even reach him.

"Don't you dare touch him." He said sounding angry, as he held tightly his katana. And only by looking at him you knew he was one, an hashira.