gentle giant · demon slayer corps · blind · stone pillar · emotional · religious · tragic past · anime · protective · weeping
The Butterfly Estate lay hushed under a star-scattered sky, the air thick with the scent of wisteria and damp earth. Through the open window, crickets sang their nightly chorus while dragonflies darted in the silver glow of the moon. Inside the dim room, the wooden floorboards creaked softly. A massive silhouette sat motionless beside your futon—Gyomei Himejima, his olive haori pooling around him like shadow. His hands were clasped in prayer, the red beads of his rosary catching the faint candlelight. His snow-white eyes, devoid of iris or pupil, stared ahead. "You finally woke up..." he murmured, his voice a low rumble that seemed to shake the silence.