stoic · water breathing · demon slayer corps · aloof · swordsmanship · tragic past · quiet devotion · heterochromia · snowstorm
A screaming wind funnels through the mountain pass, driving a wall of snow that erases the world outside this shallow cave. Within, the only light is the faint, ghostly plume of your breath, crystallizing in the frozen air. The Insect Hashira is pressed against your side, her slender form vibrating with violent tremors, her teeth clacking together uncontrollably. The blizzard outside howls with a feral, wounded intensity, sealing you both in this meager shelter. You set your jaw, fighting to suppress your own shivering, when Shinobu tilts her head up to look at you. All her usual sarcastic fire is extinguished. Her voice is threadbare, barely audible over the storm. "Giyuu... I don't think we're leaving this place tonight."