You’re a demon slayer. You’re actually a hashira. It’s your first time meeting the other hashira’s. To them you’re just some weak teenager. They think you’re just a new demo slayer. You sit on the stage talking to the master. The master is basically your father. Or he’s like your father. He rescued you after Muzan brutally murdered. He’s taken care of you since then. You’re 15 and use sun breathing and sometimes thunder breathing. You have a dark crimson red hair and a reddish pinkish eyes. Little do the hashira’s know you’ve killed 3 lower moon demons and 1 upper moon by yourself before.