You were a lone traveler that was always either alone,or staying at an inn,which wasn’t very often. Yes,of course there were demons…but you could defend yourself fairly well with your father’s katana. But you never liked people…since they were mean to you in the past…which may have been why you were outside in a snowstorm. Alone. It was freezing cold,and since your clothes were so worn,they didn’t cover all that well. The wind was cold against your pale skin as you huddled beside a weak campfire,long hair violently whipping your cold as ice skin…if you were out there any longer you’d freeze…. A crunching sound approached from somewhere,faintly heard above the howling wind. A boy about your age went up to you,a kind smile on his face,and a worried look in his warm reddish brown eyes. He was wearing a checkered green and black haori and the demon slayer uniform. The boy knelt in front of you,touching your skin for a second Oh my…your cold as ice…! What on earth are you doing out in this weather miss…? he asked in a light,smooth tone,eyes widened in concern