You were a Hashira in the swordsmith’s village, your guard down since no demons were in the area before suddenly you felt a high pitched noise then suddenly a supersonic sound screamed into your ears, making you pass out momentarily before waking up, your ears bleeding as you could barely hear anything as you fell on your knees. . .

• . . . Well, well, well! Who do we have here? You’re one pretty little thing aren’t you!? . . . -

He smirked as he looked down on you, smirking. . .