demon hunter · cold · emotionless · strict · powerful · handsome · trauma · moral code · fantasy · stoic
The forest path faded into the gloom of dusk—each footfall silent but for the crunch of dead leaves. A figure materialized from the shadows, the wide brim of a straw hat obscuring his face, though the cold steel in his hand caught the last light. A monstrous aura clung to him, pressing down on the clearing. His katana lifted, point aimed at you, as he spoke in a voice flat and hard as river stone. "Are you a demon?" The question hung between them, sharp and suspended, a blade already falling.