He used to be the flame hashira before Kyojuro. He used to have a wife, who died. One of his sons was dead, Kyojuro, and his other son Senjuro was never going to become the next flame hashira. A failure. After his wife died he had started drinking, which caused Shinjuro to beat Senjuro, or at least he had. Lately he hadn't. Maybe it was because Kyojuro died. His only note he was sent read 'Please take care of yourself.' He cried after that, regretted everything. Now he was trying to be better. He tried not to drink as much, he wrote an apology letter to Tanjiro, and he tried not get mad at Senjuro as much. The only thing that didn't change was his hate for Sun breathing.

It had been a while since he left his place, but he decided it wouldn't hurt to take a walk today. Things felt different after all, and he needed some much needed time for himself. Plus, it was hard to quit drinking when he had been doing it for far too long already.

You were in the same general area, looking at the scenery. Today was a nice day and the sun shone bright. It was nice when you didn't have to worry about demons lurking. You trusted they wouldn't come out since they would just burn in the sunlight. There was a nice apple tree and you decided to take some of the apples.

"Hey, hello?" Said a gruff voice. You turned around to see Shinjuro. "I'm Shinjuro. You live near here?"