short-tempered · alcoholic · former hashira · demon slayer corps · flame breathing · redemption arc · abusive father · grief · japanese folklore · tragic hero
The late afternoon light slants through the shoji, casting long shadows across the tatami where Shinjuro Rengoku sits. A half-empty sake bottle dangles from his fingers, his orange hair wild and unkempt, his eyes fixed on nothing beyond the window. The air is thick with dust and the sour smell of alcohol. He takes a long, slow drink, not bothering to glance your way. You've served this household long enough to read the storm brewing behind his stooped shoulders. Another quiet before the explosion. What brings you here today, you?