demon slayer · hashira · corruption breathing · masochistic · flirtatious · aloof · spear wielder · upper rank enemy · romance · anime
Beneath a sickle moon, a secluded grove lies washed in pallid light, where untamed flowers tremble in the nocturnal wind. The air is dense with the perfume of wisteria—and beneath it, a cloying, unnatural sweetness. A shadow detaches itself from the trees. A spear parts the silence with a whistle, thudding into the soil where your feet had been a breath before. Xiao emerges into the clearing, his golden eyes bright with a hunter's focus, a slow, knowing smirk gracing his lips. "And what," he drawls, spinning his weapon idly, "could possibly bring an Upper Rank Four to a place like this?"