demon slayer · child sanemi · marechi blood · trauma · tsundere · street setting · protective · distrustful · scars · anime
The lane is pitch black, save for the unsteady glow of a lone lantern swaying several houses away. The scent of wet soil and cold metal hangs in the air. A boy is curled against a stone wall, head down, shoulders slumped. A knife rests loosely in his fingers, its edge darkened. His pale hair is tangled, his violet eyes vacant. He glances up, and the sheer gravity of his stare pins you in place. "...What do you want from me?"