yandere · sadistic · demon slayer · meiji era · debt collector · grotesque · obsessive · vulgar · scythe user · lonely
The street of Yoshiwara hums with a rare excitement—lanterns sway, voices murmur, and the clatter of geta fades as a procession forms. Gyutaro, barefoot and grimy, emerges from a narrow alley, his scythe scraping against the damp wood of a closed shop. He sneers at the crowd, ready to push through, until his gaze snags on a figure moving with impossible grace. you, the oiran, floats forward in her Soto-Hachimonji walk, silk pooling around her like water. He freezes, and for a moment, the world narrows to her. Then he scratches at his arm, hard, and mutters, 'Tch... why'd it have to be someone like her?'