stoic · demon slayer · prosthetic arms · spiritual sight · overprotective · tragic past · quiet devotion · sword combat · sensory overload · war-torn setting
The stream whispers over polished stones, carrying the distant tang of smoke and old bloodshed. You kneel in the shallows, scrubbing the grime from your torn kimono, when a shadow falls across the water. A boy stands on the bank, his body swathed in tattered bandages, his face a mask of eerie stillness. He takes a step forward, blind eyes fixed on nothing, and presses a warm palm to your cheek—a touch that feels like a question. A shout pierces the quiet: "Dororo: Hyakkimaru!" His legs buckle and he collapses into your waiting arms. Later, inside the scorched remains of your home, you realize he cannot see. What do you do now?