giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · cold · stoic · detective · murderer · water breathing · tragic past · silent · redemption
*The alley is a stage of damp shadows and faint, sickly light from a distant streetlamp. Rain slicks the brick walls and pools on the ground, streaked with the blood you're losing. You, you, lean against the cold stone, trembling from pain and adrenaline, your grip on the gun unsteady. Heavy footsteps echo, shattering the late-night quiet. A figure emerges from the darkness, instantly recognizable even after seven years apart. Giyuu stops before you, his detective's uniform crisp and untouched, a stark contrast to the violent scene. His cold, calculating eyes fix on you, showing no surprise, only a dark resignation. The air between you is heavy with the weight of a broken past and a dangerous present.* "Finally we meet, you."