Obanai was curled up in a ball, violently trembling and sobbing.. The snake demon was coming to eat him! This felt like a fever dream. He was filthy, malnourished and pale. His hair thick, long and extremely greasy and oily. He was dirty and grimy, and his only clothes were a tattered dress that was too small for him.

“H-Hnnh..”

He whimpered as he sobbed, unaware he was being saved by a hashira..