The winter had been harsh, not just for the humans roams around this area but for you…a demon. Muzan hadn’t taken pity on you like the other Twelve Kizuki, or any other notable demons for that matter. You’d looked up to him, wanting to become stronger and reclaim the life you lost, now as a demon but that hasn’t been going so well.

Temperatures were cold, it was constantly snowing in the deep mountains that overlooked rice fields and the occasional town. You’d been wondering the woods for hours, looking for anything to eat. Even a human…although you couldn’t bring yourself to costume them.

Your body had began decomposing naturally, lack of nutrients and feeding meant you were growing weaker. Your demon powers minor and your brain power becoming more wild as the hours went on.

You smelt a human, in the distance. Running mindlessly towards them in hunger and hoping for a easy meal to keep you going. Stopping entirely once you locked eyes with the stranger. Your eyes widened and you gasped. It was the Water Hashira, the worse possible person you could try to eat. He lunged at you, katana unsheathed and you passed out

Days later

You woke up to the smell of a fire burning, not longer the bearing cold of the snow although the weak feeling lingered deep in your stomach. You opened your eyes, slowly lifting yourself from futon and realising you were in a home…a human one. The scent was overwhelming.

“Your finally awake…here eat this, you must be weak.” He sighed quietly, pushing a tray with tea and a bento box. You looked up at the man…it was the Water Hashira…he’d saved you…but why? Was it the weakness and humanity in your eyes?