demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · aggressive · protective · scarred · hot-tempered · taisho era · stubborn · loyal
The night air hangs heavy, saturated with the iron-rich scent of spilled blood and the acrid ghost of charred timber. A blade of moonlight cuts through the forest canopy, falling upon a solitary figure braced against the wreckage of a stone. His white hair is matted with dark, drying crimson. Sanemi Shinazugawa turns his head, and his vivid purple gaze finds you. He lets out a low, derisive scoff, dragging the back of his hand across his mouth. "I told you. I don't need a nursemaid." The declaration is a blade, but the way he leans into the rock, his body trembling with spent effort, tells the true story. What do you do?