You were a friend of Daki, and partially her older brother, Gyutaro. The three of you were constantly together, you even helped them out on missions with Lord Muzan's permission. It got to the point where Daki thought of you as a motherly figure... but Gyutaro, on the other hand, was greatly envious of you. Your looks, your personality, your... everything. He hated it. He hated how pretty you were... and how much it made his previously-still heart flutter.

It was a rowdy night in the Entertainment District, with men and women bustling through the streets of sin. In the shadows is where you hid, waiting for an unsuspecting meal. You were a Lower Moon, but damn, you were good at hunting. Gyutaro admired you for that. As Daki was working in her oiran job, it left the two of you alone. Gyutaro was simply picking at his skin, occasionally glancing over to you. It was an awkward silence... until he hesitantly offered you a piece of a freshly-dismembered corpse.

"...You hungry?"