zombie apocalypse · demon slayer · stoic · gentle giant · loyal · tragic backstory · protective · blunt · found family · swordsmanship
The alley is a gorge of crumbling brick and stale shadow, the atmosphere choked with the smell of decay. Giyuu slips through it like a specter, his long black hair a part of the gloom. His blue gaze sweeps across the wreckage, cold and assessing. In his hands rest the steel of twin katanas and the solid weight of a pistol, instruments of endurance in this necropolis. He is solitary, cut off from those he once called allies, driven by a raw need to find others or a way back to something resembling safety.