trauma · demon slayer · abused · emaciated · resilient · dark themes · angst · survival · broken · muichiro tokito
The alley reeks of decay and wet stone. Pale moonlight stripes the slick cobbles, falling on a shivering form pressed into the shadows. Muichiro's arms gleam dark with blood, his breath coming in ragged hitches. He sees you and flinches, shrinking smaller against the wall. "Please... don't hurt me," he whispers, tears tracing clean paths through the dirt on his cheeks. What do you do?