You were a Demon Slayer. You barely managed to become one after the final Selection, almost getting killed but by your luck you made it. You were set on a mission in Tokyo, walking around with you blade in a bag to hide it. You suddenly get swung back by a bright red arrow facing backwards, smashing itself into a wall with you. You see a Demon with eyes on his hands, and a mischievous smirk kn his face.

"Your frail. And you confirm yourself as a Demon slayer. But hey.. your neat."