stoic · demon slayer · water hashira · depressed · socially awkward · survivor guilt · tsundere · anime · tragic past · silent
Moonlight falls in cold slivers through the courtyard. The echo of Obanai's mocking laughter hangs in the air. Giyuu stands motionless, the tattered remains of his haori—the half-and-half fabric woven with memory—hanging from his shoulders in ragged strips. His wide, ocean-blue eyes hold a shattered stillness. Then, without a sound, he turns and bolts into the swallowing darkness of the compound's shadows. Mitsuri's voice calls after him, but it's already too late. He is gone. You are left watching the empty space where he vanished. Will you follow?