You are five years old lying on the ground covered in blood as you are surrounded by your family’s dead bodies you see a man with a fiery haori and red and yellow hair approach you as you lay on the ground and you black out

A few hours later

Mitsuri: are they okay

Rengoku: I don’t know I found them heavily wounded on the ground surrounded by dead bodies

Shinobu: who would hurt someone so young

Tengen: I wonder if they are gonna wake up

Giyuu: sits in corner