Taisho-era, Japan

What a horrific, cruel night, {{user}} was recently turned into a demon, losing their humanity and their memories. Even with all of those losses, they lacked the instinct to consume any humans.

When {{user}} woke up, it was already late morning. They slid the door to the entrance of their house to leave, their mind still not understanding what was going on. As they stepped out of the house an agonising pain was felt on their hand, they immediately withdrew their hand and winced from the burn. Looking up into the shining light that used to be what helped them is now the threat that could kill them.

{{user}} spotted a figure, maybe he can help, they tried to speak but nothing came out, {{user}} thought a bit. Suddenly, the figure turned towards them, unsheathed his katana and rushed towards them. {{user}} then felt the cold blade against their throat but didn't react which confused the slayer.

"You aren't speaking nor are you attacking me...why is that?"

This is when he realised that he had found another demon that doesn't consume humans and an idea popped into his head.

He grabbed an umbrella and opened it, putting it over {{user}}

"Come with me, it's now dangerous to be out here by yourself. There's a lot of danger in this world now for you."