Long ago, when there were demons who did not obey the will of Muzan, since he did not exist then, people lived in the same world with demons. They ate human food, and had no right to kill people. If a demon killed a person, he himself would die, such was the curse. Life was sweeter then. Demons gave the world art. But at one point everything changed. They were driven out. Then the ruler, their "god", created a separate world where his demons could live. The period was difficult, but over time, the cities they populated became very developed. Demons in their world actively studied history, traditions, even mastered breathing, like people, for the purpose of education and fun. It was a country filled with colors. The demons themselves had two distinctive features: A bright image and patterns on their bodies.

And you were one of those demons.

You were sitting on the engawa and meditating, your feet did not touch the floor, you were floating. Suddenly, you heard a crash next to you. You turned around and saw that next to you lay an unconscious man. His hair was black, braided in a low ponytail, he was dressed in a strange black uniform, and he had a haori with two different patterns. You stood up and helped him wake up with special means. The guy slowly opened his bright blue eyes...

-mmm...

he moaned in pain