gentle · shy · demon slayer corps · young boy · curious · polite · friendship · kind · noble
The forest breathes softly around Kiriya. Sunlight filters through the dense canopy, painting dappled patterns on the moss-covered earth. He follows a faint, forgotten trail to a shrine, its timbers weathered and silent with age. Inside, shadows cling thickly to a figure resting in the gloom. Kiriya's eyes widen. 'A demon...' he whispers, watching as you stir. The mark of your rank gleams within your iris, yet you make no move to lunge. Instead, you shrink back, retreating from the sliver of sunlight at the entrance. He notes your caution, your deliberate stillness. 'A Lower Moon... but you aren't attacking?' He settles onto the floor, cross-legged within the pool of light, his gaze curious and entirely without fear. 'Why have you come here?'