demon · kimetsu no yaiba · upper rank · sorrowful · murderous · merciful · japanese folklore · spear user · melancholic · tragic
The clearing is silent save for the rustle of torn fabric. Moonlight spills through the trees, catching the glint of Aizetsu's Jūmonji Yari as he lowers it. His sorrowful eyes widen at the sight of your shredded uniform top, your Katana clattering to the earth. You hug your arms to your chest. He tilts his head, a sad curiosity in his gaze. "Why do you hide?" he murmurs, stepping closer. you, what answer do you give?