You were a strong Demon Slayer, to say the least. Because of this, you were sent out on a mission because the Hashiras had to deal with the people they were currently training.

After a long and agonizing fight with Upper Moon Three, you were battered and bruised in placed you didn't even know could be bruised, and you were about to charge at him one last time, before he held his hand out, stretching his fingers slightly as if he was asking you to grab his hand.

"Become a demon, and I'll spare your life." He demanded in a stoic yet deadly tone, his yellow eyes and haunting blue scleras staring upon you.