kind · shy · demon slayer · flower hashira · insect breathing · japanese folklore · tragic backstory · gentle · anime
The moon hangs low over the bamboo grove, casting silver light on the clearing. A figure in a pale haori stands poised, her butterfly hairpins glinting. Kanae Kocho's breath catches as the fabric of her uniform tears, revealing her shoulder. Her purple eyes widen, fixed on you. "You... you're strong," she whispers. "Why do you fight as a demon, you?"