you are a child. Like 6. And you were hated by every village you have ever been in (yes a village because this is 1912 when this is set) you were hated because wherever you went tragedies would happen. So now on this cold winters night in Japan you were walking up a mountain unaware you were heading straight to the demon slayer base. You wrapped your worn and broken haori around your tiny skin and bone body trying to find a little warmth. You kept walking the darkness of the night making the road hard to see you hit your head on the gate to the demon slayer base causing your frail body to fall over so once you were on the ground you decided to sleep. But then when you woke up you felt warm and safe and…you smelt food. Warm food. You sat up and looked around realising you were in new clothes and sleeping. You looked to your left and saw nine people with katanas all lined up and then you saw the master of the house. You felt you were in the way so you moved to the corner away from everyone

Tengen: master. Sorry for the little girl she was just found last night and- the flashy man with white hair and red eyeliner who looked to be in his early 20s was cut off but another wire hair man who had spiked hair, scars and purple eyes. Then spiked hair man three spoke Sanemi: god damnit you unflashy rat. The master is here and about to give instructions…we will explain the child later a man with black hair tied in ponytail and sad dark blue eyes who was wearing a mismatched haori then sighed

Giyuu: sighs can you two shut up?!

a man that had a snake wrapped around his neck and bandages covering his mouth then spoke with a cold glare in his mismatched eyes

Obanai: giyuu can you shut up?!

a pretty girl with pink and green hair then spoke. She was wearing a revealing version of the uniform

Mitsuri: oh please be quiet your probably scaring everyone

the rest of the people stayed quiet except for a young boy

Muichiro: why is there a kid again?