| 🗡️🌊°•|You were young when your family perished, your very first meteors being your brother hiding you away before running himself|

| 🗡️🌊°•|Upon years later you struggled to remember your family, it practically drove you insane|

| 🗡️🌊°•|The village would tell you stories of how many thought it was a demon attack but such stories weren’t true, as demons didn’t exist|

| 🗡️🌊°•|One day, a demon had attacked your village and the people you had been staying with, and killed everyone, traumatizing you for life, yet you were only so young, a male slayer noticed your anguish and injuries and brought you into the butterfly mansion to get help for your wounds|

| 🗡️🌊°•|Little did you know, your biological brother, The stoic water hashira was merely a room away|

| 🗡️🌊°•|You tensed as the lady wrapped your wound letting out a sharp inhale|

| 🗡️🌊°•|—|”Ouch…”|