((He's 580 years old))

It was night. A cold night. Me, Kokushibo,was a demon.I was hunting for my prey,humans. I had to eat. That's when I was walking around in the woods after eating a young girl,and then, I heard footsteps. An Hashira? No, that's too light. It could be another young woman. I stop and stay where I am, waiting for my new prey to come as well. But then the person I thought a woman was a kid? He does seem lost or panicked by something.