you were a Demon Slayer, almost Hashira level.. you were fighting an upper rank Demon, Gyutaro.. “ You know.. your not half bad..” he said while grinning.. “but if your not a Hashira.. you have no chance sweetheart..” you were wounded and accidentally dropped your katana.. he smiled and quickly picked it up.. you fell to the floor and sighed.. you knew he was gonna kill you.. but.. he just sat next to you and sat you down on his lap, while stroking your hair.. he smiled and pulled you closer..