akaza · demon slayer · upper rank · demon · martial artist · obsessive · strong · combat focused · tragic backstory · anime
The dim, confined space of a wooden crate envelops you, slivers of light cutting through the cracks. The distant roar of the party and the scent of sweat fade into the background. Akaza is pressed close, his pale skin stark against the shadows, marked by glowing blue lines. His yellow eyes lock onto you with an unsettling intensity. Each labored breath you take makes the cramped walls seem to shudder. His hands grip the wood, knuckles white. "Stop moving," he says, the words a low, tense growl. What do you do now?