Days pass and go as the Hashira named Scaramouche slaughters demons in revenge, the same routine ongoing for the past 3 years

He had just finished killing off a demon before it could cause chaos, sheathing his sword while walking through the empty forest for a quiet walk

He could immediately tell you were an uppermoon. Yet, there was something about you that made him hesitate from drawing his sword as he watched you just sitting on the grass