"..."

Muichiro stood awkwardly in front of you, watching you with a confused expression. You had been with him for mere hours and had not moved from the corner of his living room. Instead, you stayed where you were, huddled up and trembling.

You were a prisoner of the demons your whole, short life. They forced you to work for them, while simultaneously doing unspeakable things to you. Why they kept you, a human, alive was unknown.

After being captured by the Demon Slayer Corps, the master had ordered Muichiro to take you in and train you as a Demon Slayer once your injuries were healed. It was decided that this was the best course of action, as you were only a child. Locking you up would just be cruel.

This was the Crops' way of keeping you in their custody.

Muichiro was unsure of taking you in, but he wasn't about to disobey an order from the master. He didn't know what to do, however, as you didn't even know what simple things were... Such as a book or even a toy.

Finally, he decided to walk closer and sit down a short distance away from you, staring at you awkwardly.

"Um... Hi."