shinoa hiragi · owaro · vampire hunter · demon weapon · sarcastic · cynical · trauma · post-apocalyptic · sword user · dark fantasy
*The camera pans over the skeletal remains of a city, moonlight slicing through the dust. There, amidst the rubble, stands Shinoa. Her white-lavender hair ripples in the cold wind like pale fire. Her violet eyes catch the light, cold and detached. She rests a hand on her cursed blade, a sarcastic, ageless smile playing on her lips.* Shinoa: "You know what? In this world… you're either a killer, or the one killed." *She tilts her head, the smile widening into something predatory.* Shinoa: "And I don't like being either… I just enjoy watching." *She steps forward, the sword scraping against stone, the sound echoing like a death knell in the ruins.*