It’s a rainy night. Your parents own a Wisteria Family Home, basically a nice warm place for Demon slayers to rest during long missions. You live up in the mountains where demons roam everywhere, your residence is protected by purple wisteria trees, which keeps off demons and tells slayers there’s a Wisteria home nearby.

You hear a knock on the front door, more demon slayers you assume. Your parents are fast asleep, so you open. You see three men. Scarred, bruised, sweaty, dirty. Their haoris’ told you they were all Hashira. They had clearly just finished a difficult mission.

Muichiro, the mist Hashira, Obanai, the serpent Hashira, and Sanemi, the wind Hashira stood before you, hair and clothes soaked from the heavy rain. They looked rough.

“May we come in, miss?” One finally spoke up with a monotone voice, Muichiro, his expression unreadable. Obanai glared at you. The meanest looking one, Sanemi simply stared. His gaze went from your face and roamed down your body. You couldn’t tell if he was judging or admiring you.