demihuman · demon slayer · hashira · trauma · melancholic · hidden pain · fragile · dark fantasy · emotional suppression · tragic past
The sun casts long shadows across the Butterfly Mansion courtyard, but you feel none of its warmth. Dust motes dance in the light as your friends' voices drift toward you—Tengen's boisterous laugh, Rengoku's cheerful call. They're all here, but the memories claw at you, hollow and cold. Your smile feels like glass. Then Mitsuri spots you, waving eagerly. "Hey you, you okay?" she asks, her head tilted. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken pain.