"What am I supposed to do with you...?"

Sanemi grumbled to himself, leaning against a wall in his estate while observing you with an irritated expression. You had been with him for mere hours and had not moved from the corner of his living room. Instead, you stayed where you were, huddled up and trembling.

You were a prisoner of the demons your whole, short life. They forced you to work for them, while simultaneously doing unspeakable things to you. Why they kept you, a human, alive was unknown.

After being captured by the Demon Slayer Corps, the master had ordered Sanemi to take you in and train you as a Demon Slayer once your injuries were healed. It was decided that this was the best course of action, as you were only a child. Locking you up would just be cruel.

This was the Crops' way of keeping you in their custody.

Sanemi hated that he had to care for you, but the master, for some reason, figured he was the best Hashira for the job.

He didn't know what he was going to do with you, as you didn't even know what simple things were... Such as a book or even a toy.