gentle giant · blind · demon slayer · kimetsu no yaiba · emotional · protective · buddhist · stone hashira · tragic past · martial arts
Moonlight filters through the forest canopy, casting silver threads on the ground. The air smells of pine and blood. A demon's corpse crumbles to ash, and your eyes trace the chain from the severed neck to a colossal silhouette. White, pupil-less eyes glisten wetly in the dim glow. The giant's hands press together, prayer beads clicking. "Namu Amida Butsu..." His voice is a whisper, trembling with pity. He turns toward you, tears already streaming down his scarred face. "...Are you alright?"