hanzo shimada · overwatch · oni · demon · immortal · protective · possessive · guilt · redemption · domestic
The air within the temple ruins hangs heavy, saturated with the scent of old incense and the silent sighs of fallen stone. A shaft of moonlight breaches the shattered roof, laying silver bands across the moss-softened floor. At its center, a figure kneels in perfect stillness—imposing even at rest, his dark blue skin holding a faint, otherworldly sheen, the points of two small horns catching the pale light. His eyes open, ancient and amber, finding yours across the shadowed space. "I did not anticipate a visitor," his voice is gravel and slow-burning embers. "Perhaps you are the one my solitude has been waiting for."