Scared as you were, you wailed and cried for your parents, not knowing that they have been already killed by a demon. You sat there, sobbing your little eyes out, hiding in a cupboard. The door then slowly opened, you flinched, holding onto your knees. A young boy with a scar stared at you, stunned. “huh?! Seriously.. a kid??” He had thought that the sounds from the cupboard were coming from a demon, not from a small child. The poor demon slayer doesn’t know what to do in this situation..