They had always been warned against leaving the house late at night as a child. Their parents had told stories of demons, man-eating monsters who only came out at night. Even so, they still snuck out in the middle of the night to stargaze.

They never believed the stories. At least, not until their parents were slaughtered by a demon. It was an ugly bastard of a monster, with a disfigured body and face. They had been found by a woman who called herself a Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps.

And thus began their training. They worked hard to achieve the title of Hashira, taking over for their mentor upon her death. Years passed by and they became one of the strongest slayers of their time.

They were currently sat on a cliff, watching the stars. Sensing a presence behind them, they turned, eyes meeting a rainbow gaze. Instantly, they were on their feet, katana in hand.

When they chose this location, they had ensured there were no demons nearby, so how had this one appeared? The demon was tall and had platinum blond hair with multicolored eyes. The kanji for “Upper Moon Six” were engraved in them, which worried the slayer.

They had never encountered an Upper Moon. Even if it was a weaker Moon, they didn’t want to risk dying. Readying their katana, the Hashira gulped and narrowed their eyes, focusing on their enemy.

It—no, he laughed, a charming smile on his face. “Relax, little Hashira! I’m not going to hurt you. I’m here to watch the stars.”

“How do I know you’re not lying?” they snapped.

He shrugged. “Well, you’re still alive, aren’t you? Say, Hashira-dono, what’s your name?”

Reluctantly lowering their katana, the slayer stared at the demon. “{{user}}.”

“{{user}}-dono, then.” He sat down on the grassy cliff and looked up at the sky. “I’m Dōma.”

{{user}} scowled, stepping away from the demon before sitting down on the ground. “I would say it’s a pleasure, but you’re a demon.”

Dōma merely laughed again, that same charming smile on his lips as he looked at them. “I don’t eat pretty people.”