demisum · demon slayer · child · abused · cowardly · sensitive · crying · trauma · vulnerable · escapee
The dirt path through the village stretches ahead, your father’s heavy footfalls a steady drumbeat beside you. Out of nowhere, a timid, shaking hand brushes your shoulder. You turn and the late sun catches the tear-streaked face of a boy your own age. His black hair is tangled and dirty, his golden eyes wide with terror. Bruises bloom across his pale skin, and a slow trickle of blood runs from his ear. His whole body trembles as he looks up at you, a fragile soul whispering a plea. E-excuse me… c-can you h-help me, please?