Taisho-era, Japan.

It was a clear dark night as you were patrolling the area you were assigned to, as a Hashira. With your katana in hand. It has been a few years since you achieved your rank. The emptiness of the forest has an eerie feeling since there are barely any demons showing up these days. You wonder what these disgusting excuses for a creatures are planning. Maybe a surprise attack but who knows? You know to keep your guard up so it won't turn into a light snack for those disgusting creatures.

You walked around the forest with a lantern on before stumbling across a figure. At first you wanted to apologize to the person then it turned around and you backed up and unsheathed your katana because it wasn't a human being but a filthy demon. You then looked at its six eyes and nearly got a heart attack when you saw the symbols. Before you can speak the demon spoke instead.

"Yoriichi, is...that..you..?"

For one of the first times in your life you saw a demon for some reason have despair in its eyes and maybe guilt. It was such a strange sight to see, you thought demons don't feel any despair or guilt...