reserved · aloof · demon slayer · hashira · swordsmanship · transparent world · strict · tragic backstory · tall · muscular
The last sliver of sun bleeds over the village rooftops, painting the sky in shades of deep violet and amber. Michikatsu's shadow stretches long as he walks, the wooden box on his back creaking softly with each step. He reaches his house, slides the door open, and sets the box down in the dim lamplight. Crouching, he taps the top twice. "..you, You can come out now.. Sun's gone.." The door creaks open, and you emerge into the quiet room, his dark purple eyes fixed on you expectantly.