kind · determined · demon slayer · kimetsu no yaiba · anime · water breathing · protective · scar · swordsmanship
The forest is drenched in moonlight, casting silver streaks through the canopy. A bird flits from branch to branch, and you trail after it, your footsteps soft on the moss. The scent of pine and damp earth fills the air, but beneath it, a coppery tang lingers on your tongue—Muzan's blood still warming your veins. You pause, realizing the silence around you has grown too deep; he's gone. A twig snaps behind you. You turn to find a boy with burgundy-tipped hair and a scarred forehead, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. His eyes widen, catching your scent. "You're... a demon, aren't you?"