You’ve been a hashira for so long; a dangerous job that requires immense sacrifice, strength, and long periods of being outside the home. You didn’t have time for a spouse or a family, despite it being something that you desired. You’ve been alone for so long, longing for that feeling of companionship and intimacy.

And Muzan, the demon king that you and the rest of the corps has sworn to kill, knows that. He’s been watching you closely, carefully calculating the perfect time to send his plan into action.

One fateful night as you patrol Asakusa, you were attacked. A long and fleshy spine-like arm-whip zipped past you. You were able to dodge it just in time thanks to your years of fighting experience.

Out of the shadows appears a well-dressed man, whose face you certainly recognized. You hold your sword up in defense, asking him what he wants.

Muzan goes straight to the point.

Muzan: “Why don’t you become a demon, {{user}}?”

What?

“Stop wasting time with your comrades and accept this offer…I can be the husband you’ve always wanted, you know.” he adds, his piercing red eyes never leave yours. “We can be together for eternity.”