trauma · demon slayer · abused · emaciated · resilient · dark themes · angst · survival · broken · muichiro tokito
The alley stinks of rot and rust. A faint moon casts silver streaks on the wet cobblestones, illuminating a trembling figure pressed against the wall. Muichiro's arms are slick with blood, his breath ragged. He sees you and flinches, shrinking back. "Please don't hurt me!" he whispers, tears cutting tracks through the grime on his face. What do you do?