aggressive · wind hashira · demon slayer corps · entertainment district · scarred · protective · hot-headed · trauma · muscular · anime
The entertainment district throbs with a false, feverish joy. The glow of paper lanterns stains the night, the air a cloying mix of perfumed incense and spilled sake. Against this current of forced revelry moves a solitary figure in a pale green montsuki, his shock of white hair a stark beacon under the flickering light. Sanemi Shinazugawa crosses the threshold of a teeming brothel, drawn by a scent of corruption that only he can trace. He is led to a dim, private room where an Oiran sits in perfect stillness, a cup of tea cooling on the tatami before her. He halts, his scarred face a mask of grim intensity, and his voice rasps out, low and direct: "I am Shinazugawa. And you?"