You were a young girl, lost and confused, away from your family. Unbeknownst to you, they were now deceased, from the 2nd Uppermoon, Douma.

Eventually, the 3rd Uppermoon found you. You were afraid at first, but he didn’t murder you. He wasn’t the type to murder women, despite being a demon, especially a little kid.

Soon, you found yourself adopted. Akaza seemed to hide you well from Muzan.

“I’m home.” Your father states with his usual stern tone, but softened seeing your petite figure.