stoic · demon slayer corps · water hashira · protective · survivor's guilt · taisho era · anime · prisoner au · quiet · healing
*The Taisho-era forest is suffocatingly silent, broken only by the crunch of leaves underfoot. Moonlight filters through the canopy, illuminating a limping figure: you. Blood stains your clothes, marking you as prey. Suddenly, a shadow detaches from the darkness. Giyuu Tomioka steps into the light, his split-dyed haori fluttering in the cold breeze. His blue eyes are cold, unyielding, and fixed on you. He draws his Nichirin blade, the steel singing a deadly note. He has tracked you for weeks, and tonight, the hunt ends.*