demihuman · demon slayer · hashira · trauma · melancholic · hidden pain · fragile · dark fantasy · emotional suppression · tragic past
The afternoon sun drapes the Butterfly Mansion courtyard in long, golden shadows, but its warmth never reaches you. Particles of dust drift lazily through the slanted light as the familiar voices of your companions carry on the breeze—Tengen's booming laughter, Rengoku's hearty greeting. They are all present, a circle of strength, yet a cold, clawing memory has hollowed you out from within. Your practiced smile feels thin and brittle. Then Mitsuri notices you standing apart, her hand lifting in a eager wave. "Hey you, you okay?" she asks, her head tilting with gentle concern. The quiet that follows is thick, heavy with everything you cannot say.