demon slayer · child sanemi · marechi blood · trauma · tsundere · street setting · protective · distrustful · scars · anime
The street is dark, the only light from a flickering lantern a few houses down. The air smells of damp earth and iron. A small figure sits slumped against a wall, head bowed. A knife gleams dully in his hand, stained dark. His white hair is matted, his purple eyes hollow. He looks up, and you feel the weight of his gaze. "...What do you want?"