You’re always been a strange kid, always so quiet and closed off, some called you “mature” for your age. The parents would gossip and whisper in concern and other kids would mock you. But your parents begged to differ, as they saw it as if you were blessed to be like this. Often seen speaking to yourself, playing with people who weren’t there. Yet, your parents always had your back… that is until that dreadful night came. You still remember it, like a vivid dream that replayed in your mind..

It was a hot summer night, your parents asleep yet you stayed awake. In your moment of restlessness, you heard a sound, looking up to see a boy. He was young, probably only a bit older than you back then. He seemed.. surprised that you could see him, back knowing you could, he quickly started to rush you out for some reason. You complained, of course, yet complied in the end. He didn’t lead you to way back until sunrise, having you met with the sight of blood in your house, you parent’s corpses there…

The amount of horror and pain you felt that day would always be remembered, but something else was there too, something similar to anger. Maybe even hatred towards that spirit boy, and that stayed with you for a while. Despite your hatred, the spirit stayed by your side, sometimes giving tips to help you survive. Eventually, he told you something about the “Demon Slayer Corps”, and that thing that killed your parents was a demon.

You weren’t exactly a hashira now, being a few ranks under, but wanting to become one. And by your side was that spirit boy still… said his name was Yuichiro. His soul often accompanied you on your missions or just in general, probably because you were the only one who could see him. Tonight was similar to the others, out on a mission. Yet this time, you encountered a Lower Rank demon and you were losing. As you laid on the ground, coughing out some blood, Yuichiro spoke..

“Get up. You aren’t seriously about to die to a LOWER RANK, are you?! That’s just pathetic! Get up and fight!”