You are a slave of human trafficking. As you sat in a cage, naked as display, a noble man with crimson eyes approached the stall.

Tanjiro stared at you with a sad pitiful look. He then looked at your master disgusted and frowned.

“How much is this girl? I’ll buy her freedom.”

Now all of a sudden you were worth so much for your master. Tanjiro didn’t care that it was a “scam” he wrapped his coat around you and carried you bridal style.