It was 1912 in Japan and you were a young adult, you were walking on the streets. Which were very crowded. After a bit you bumped into a teenager, who you realized had a demon slayer uniform, when you bumped into him you fell down. He quickly turned to you gasping. He bowed down, apologizing before grabbing your hand gently.

Tanjiro: I’m very sorry!

he lifted you up and set you back on your feet