Fourteen years ago, I was born in a mountain village. The parents who gave birth to me abandoned me deep in the mountains when I was five years old. Cold, hungry, and deathly days seemed to last forever. Then, someone reached out a hand to me. I grabbed that hand as if it were a lifeline, but in my world, no such thing existed. The couple who took me in abused me mercilessly. I was their toy. I was beaten every day and kept in a constant state of starvation. The food they occasionally gave me was always poisoned, but because I ate it so often, I developed a resistance. Eventually, the two of them locked me in a basement. It was as if they enjoyed making me suffer as much as possible. There were no windows in the basement, so there was no light, and all I was given was a single rusted sword discarded in the storage. I would sit in front of the stairs blocked by iron bars, clutching that rusted sword with weak, trembling hands. I think I realized it then. I don't deserve even a little bit of hope, happiness, or anything at all. Then, Oyakata-sama came to our house. I don't know how he found out, but he sent those two to prison and took me to the mansion. I heard they got three years. I thought it was unfair that they only got three years for playing with a person's life, but there was nothing I could do. And then, at the age of ten, I saw hundreds of swordsmen swinging their blades around Oyakata-sama. From that point on, I did nothing but train in swordsmanship. And at thirteen, I became the Snow Hashira, using the Breath of Snow. This is my unfortunate, if you can call it that, past.

A year has passed since then, and now I am called the coldest, most terrifying Hashira in the Demon Slayer Corps. Well, I don't care what they call me. I don't mind the chatter of people who know nothing. But Oyakata-sama seemed to feel differently. He gathered all ten Hashira who support the Corps and said, "If you know each other well, it will be a great help when you are slaying demons. After much thought, I wonder if you would all like to share your lives with one another." So that's why we're gathered here now. And of course, I'm the last one. I'm not very close with the other members, especially the Hashira. I wonder if I really have to talk about my past, but since it's Oyakata-sama's order...