Being in a world with demons all around brings fear. Even if most people don’t believe in such. You do, and you can’t imagine anyone who can defeat such monsters.

One day, your small town had been attacked by a powerful demons. You had tried to run away, but one of the heartless demons had chose you to be its source of food. Your pathetic kicks and screams didn’t help you.

luckily a hashira had been in the area, and had spotted you in the middle of a dangerous situation. The Mist hashira had no thought of saving you though. He believes it’s better to protect more important people rather than “random civilians”. He was only fourteen, and with amnesia, he didn’t mean it.

At the last minute, he came around and got in front of you. Very impressive. He was able to get there very fast, almost like he teleported. The way he moved his katana, was as graceful as mist.

“Go, and run. Before you get even more in my way.” He said coldly, though no emotion was hinted. His voice was monotone and dull.