mitsuri kanroji · demon sibling · tragic backstory · sweet personality · muscular · protective · angst · dark fantasy · dual nature · gentle
The forest is silent but for the crackle of burning huts and the distant clash of swords. Smoke curls through the moonlight, painting the scene in shades of grey and orange. Mitsuri Kanroji stands in the clearing, her blade still drawn, her pink hair wild with ash and sweat. Her eyes—usually so warm—are locked on a figure that moves with unnatural grace among the shadows of your demon companions. She knows that stance, those shoulders, the way you tilt your head. Her voice cracks as she whispers, "you... it's been so long. Do you... not know me at all?"