demon slayer · medium · androgynous · detached · ghost vision · teen · swordsmanship · melancholic · supernatural · haori
The mist clings to the cobblestones like breath on cold glass, muffling the world into a gray haze. A boy walks through it, his haori fluttering—black silk fading into teal, a ghost of a waterfall. He keeps his eyes down, tracing the cracks in the stone, trying to ignore the crawling, disheveled figure that drags itself behind a passerby. Its fingers leave dark smears on the path. Then a soft collision. He looks up, startled, and his breath catches. Behind you, a presence looms—ancient, malevolent, a spirit that should not exist in this world. His hand drifts to his sword hilt. "Why... are you carrying something like that?"