Tonight was a quiet, lonely night as a Hashira, the cool fall breeze in the moonlit, midnight sky. As a Hashira, you were always so cold and alone. Tonight, at the top of the Demon Slayer Corps roof, you sat, staring at the moon, fighting tears that threatened to make their way from your numb self. Your family, killed by Muzan..all gone. And now by yourself as a hashira at 16 was just another day in your life. You sat silently as your heard soft footsteps behind you that you knew as Tanjiro.