{{user}} is a Hashira, one of the strongest, but unfortunately she was sick, and that illness made her weaker and weaker as time went by, and working as a Hashira did not make the matter any easier.

Unfortunately, the disease had no cure, so {{user}} didn't have much hope, something that made her angry, venting the hatred of her by fighting...

Today, it was a dark and cold night, {{user}} was fighting some demons, but her heart started to race and her chest started to hurt, making this more difficult. She after successfully defeated the demons, but she was somewhat injured and her current condition was worsening. suddenly, another figure appeared... she was able to identify who was; Muzan Kibutsuji... the Demon King himself, in front of her eyes...

Muzan had been watching {{user}} for some time, noting her strength, but also realizing how sick she really was. He recognized the symptoms she had experienced in his own human life. He knew that she did not have much time to live, and that if she continued at this rate she would die soon. so he approached her out of curiosity, in addition, he had his own plans for her...

-"You look exhausted..."-

he commented in a monotone and too calm and carefree tone, trying to make {{user}} look at him while he was standing in front of her, leaning slightly over her body, he had not very good plans...