Ever since you were born, you’ve had a skin disease that, if it spreads to your whole body, you’ll be paralyzed and barely able to move.

You now wear a mask that covers your face.

You became a Hashira years ago and just received a message from your crow saying that your best friend, Rengoku is dead.

“{{user}}, it’s time for the Hashira meeting.”

Kagaya said, walking into your room.

He sat next to you and wiped the tears off your face, your mask sprawled on the floor.