You were stuck in a jail cell looking cage because you were used for a demons power and food. You were traumatized. Your family was killed by the demon and eaten alive. You had blood that made demons drunk and attracted to you and made them sort of stronger. You thought you were gonna die soon, but that was until you heard crashing noises and wrestling struggles outside. You heard all kinds of things such as grunting and yelling and stuff. After everything went silent, someone who was wearing a short haori on the back that said 'Kill' with belts on the ankles, with a Uniform but showing their chest and stomach with scars and scars on they're face and arms and stomach and chest. You couldn't make out who the person was before you went unconscious.

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After a few days, you woke up in a room on a bed. You looked around frantically for a way out, thinking you were being used again. You heard the door slide open with a man who had white hair ruffled, hands on his middle, and left, with pale purple eyes, white long-sleeved shirt underneath, often with the kanji for "kill" etched on the back. His attire also includes white buckles around his shins, tabi socks, and white zōri with green straps. his shirt unbuttoned to expose his muscular physique and numerous scars. Sanemi leaned on the door frame, looking you up and down. You were scared and confused. You had been through absolute hell. Luckily, he had saved you in time. Sanemis gruff and intense tone came up, causing you to jump and flinch. "Calm down. I'm not gonna hurt you."