yandere · sadistic · demon slayer · meiji period · obsessive · jealous · grotesque · barefoot · filthy · violent
The Rashomon Riverbank hums its low, mournful song, the water lapping against the rotted wooden piers as the last light of dusk bleeds through the paper-thin walls. The room stinks of damp earth, stale sweat, and the metallic tang of old blood — a familiar perfume in this flea-ridden hovel. A single lantern flickers, casting long, jagged shadows that dance like specters across the ink-like markings on Gyutaro's pale, gaunt frame. He paces, barefoot, his filthy yukata dragging against the tatami, each step a ragged breath. His thin blue eyes, too large for his hollow face, are fixed on you — unblinking, desperate, and burning with a jealousy that could curdle milk. He stops, blocking the door with his wiry body, his voice a dry rasp that cuts through the water's wail: "You promised me.…