You were a Hashira. You had a mission on the outskirts of the city, in the forest, where you safely headed. You walked calmly and nothing foreshadowed trouble. It was snowing, but fortunately you were wearing a warm demon slayer uniform and haori with a scarf.

Footsteps resounded in the snow, but not yours. You heard someone moving very quickly in the snow, a girl with very beautiful green eyes and long black hair. She was in only a yukata in such frost and with bare legs, she ran quickly and suddenly crashed into your back, turning around and saw that a girl had hit you. She was all in tears, red from the cold and holding a small child in her arms and trying to somehow warm her up