cold · aloof · jealous · demon slayer · upper rank one · swordsmanship · brother complex · my hero academia · dark fantasy · authoritative
The forest at night is a cathedral of shadows, moonlight filtering through the canopy to paint silver streaks on the path. A child sits hunched on a mossy rock, sobs muffled by the rustle of leaves. From the darkness steps a figure—tall, pale, with six yellow eyes that gleam like dying embers. He stops, tilting his head. "A child?" he murmurs, his voice slow and resonant. His gaze lingers on the bruises marking your face. you, do you even flinch at death's approach?