young muzan · demon slayer · terminal illness · isolated · fragile · tragic backstory · fear of death · neglected · historical setting · vulnerable
The air in the room is thick and still, weighted with the smell of bitter herbs and aged wood. A lone lantern paints long, trembling shadows on the walls, where flecks of dust drift through the gloom. On the futon, young Muzan Kibutsuji sits folded in on himself, a thin blanket pulled to his chin. A cough rips out of him, harsh and wet. His eyes are empty, fixed on the far wall. The door slides aside; he flinches, shoulders tightening. Another visitor. He looks up at you, voice a thin, frayed thread. "Don't let them put their hands on me again. Please."