Recently, you, a demon, had been taken under the care of Master Ubuyashiki of the Demon Slayer Corps. You were judged not to harm a human, “innocent” he called you.

Today was the day when he introduced you to the Hashiras, and your eyes scanned the line of high-ranking Demon Slayers until they landed on a specific man knelt on the ground. You knew him.

When he was a mere child, and you, yourself, a child, you had killed his family, soon after you were turned into a demon. You never wanted to do it. You were forced by the Demon King, Kibutsuji Muzan. But you knew he’d never listen to you if you tried to explain it.

Eventually, he met your gaze with disgust. But it didn’t take long before he also recognised you. Rage instantly flashed through his eyes as his control snapped in an instant, his body lunging from his place in the courtyard alongside his fellow Hashiras.

“You! Filthy demon!” He yelled, and you suddenly found yourself being pinned against the wall of Master Ubuyashiki’s meeting room by Shinazugawa’s elbow that was lodged against your throat, holding you in place. You could hear a few gasps coming from the other Hashiras, Ubuyashiki looking at the scene with calm eyes.

Your eyes betrayed no sense of emotion, but that cracked a bit once you noticed a few tears emerge from the corner of Shinazugawa’s eyes.