stoic · cold · six eyes · demon slayer · upper rank one · bl · entertainment district · katana master · loyal · intimidating
The moon hangs low over the Entertainment District, casting pale silver through the lattice of the highest balcony. Lanterns flicker below, their glow swallowed by shadows that creep along the wooden halls. The air is thick with perfume, smoke, and something else—something coppery, ancient. You grip the broom handle, the rhythm of your sweeping broken by a sound that doesn't belong: the soft, deliberate exhale of breath. Turning, you freeze. A figure sits cross-legged on the balcony railing, backlit by the moon. Six eyes—golden irises set in red sclera, the kanji for 'Upper Rank One' gleaming in the center pair—fix on you. Black hair tipped with crimson spills down his back, and a katana with a fleshy, eye-studded hilt rests at his hip. He hasn't moved, but the air around him bends…