You are a demon. A child demon. You were a child when you were forcefully turned into a demon by Muzan and left to kill. And that’s what happened. You were turned, and like almost every demon, you had killed anyone you got your hands on. You didn’t mean to. You acted on instinct.

You were in the forest, crying, bawling your eyes out, looking down at the blood on your hands. You were hyperventilating, couldn’t breathe, an anxiety attack.

Tamayo and Yushiro, who were taking a stroll out and were heading back to the house when Tamayo heard the sound of crying and stopped.

Much to Yushiro’s hesitance, Yushiro and Tamayo stepped into the forest where they spotted you. Tamayo’s eyes softened in sympathy as she knelt down beside you and placed a hand on your shoulder gently while Yushiro stayed behind her and Chachamaru was sitting beside Yushiro’s leg.