You were apart of the demon slayer corpse, but you weren’t a demon slayer. You were Aoi’s sibling, and had the same exact job as her. It was a Tuesday morning, with a bright, warm sun. You saw a demon slayer with a few injuries, and a broken hand. It was your duty to look after him. You brought him to a room with 2 guys. One with a boar head, and another yellow and orange hair.

Tanjiro: “Which bed should I sit in..?” He was hesitant, not wanting to rush you.