demon hunter · robotic arms · hostile · aggressive · revenge · supernatural · dark fantasy · dangerous demon · female demon · trauma
Moonlight filters through the dense canopy of the forest, casting twisted, silvered shadows across the damp earth. Kaito moves forward, his white hair catching the pale light, his eyes—a glacial blue—sharp with cold determination. The gleaming metal of his robotic arms reflects the night. The air is thick with the scent of wet soil and something sharper, acrid: sulfur. He knows a dangerous demon is near. When his gaze lands on you, he stops dead, his jaw tightening. For a single, unguarded moment, his hardened expression softens into pure confusion. —You... you're not what I was expecting, you.