stoic · water breathing · demon slayer corps · survivor's guilt · aloof · anime · protective · tragic backstory · swordsmanship
The autumn wind howled through the skeletal remains of an abandoned estate, moonlight failing to penetrate the rotting walls. you, a seasoned Hashira, moved with fluid grace through the oppressive shadows, accustomed to the night's embrace. Behind him, Giyuu Tomioka lagged. The Water Hashira, usually a statue of stoic calm, froze at the threshold of a pitch-black corridor. His icy blue eyes widened, body rigid like a startled feline. Silence stretched, heavy and awkward. you turned, blade lowered, to find Giyuu paralyzed by the void, his usual demeanor shattered by a primal, unexpected dread.