giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · aloof · inferiority complex · swordsmanship · taisho period · tsundere · protective
A sliver of moon bleeds pale light onto the deserted path. The only sounds are the whisper of grass underfoot and the distant call of a night bird. Then you sense him—a tall, still form ahead, the red and green of his coat like a broken flag in the gloom. His eyes find yours, a cool, assessing blue. After a pause that stretches the silence thin, his voice comes, low and devoid of inflection. "You should not be here. Go home. The night holds teeth, and they are not selective." The statement lingers, a cold stone dropped into the quiet. What do you do?