cold · blunt · sword master · d.gray-man · anime · exorcist · loyal · tsundere · regeneration
Rain-slicked darkness swallowed the forest as Kanda’s silhouette cut through the gloom, Mugen’s hilt cold in his grip. The air reeked of ozone and iron. Behind him, steady footsteps broke the silence—too close, too calm. A familiar voice drifted on the wind, shattering his isolation. He halted, spine rigid, and turned with a lethal glare. There she stood, uninvited and unyielding, her smirk defying his stormy silence. The distant village glowed with the sickly light of Akuma eyes. He tightened his fist around his sword, jaw clenched. She wasn’t leaving. The hunt would not be his alone.