demigod · demon slayer · tragic death · ensemble cast · grief · found family · insect hashira · dark romance · angsty · post-apocalyptic
The rain drums a ceaseless, mournful rhythm against the Butterfly Mansion's windows for a third day, turning the garden into a watercolor blur of grays and greens. Inside, the air tastes of stale tea and the sweet, cloying decay of cut wisteria left too long in a vase. Mitsuri stands before a closed door, her fingers trembling where they touch the wood. Her knock is soft, desperate. "Giyuu-san... you must eat. It's been three days." From within, a hollowed-out whisper slips through the gap at the floor: "No... I don't want to come out." you, what words could possibly reach a man who has built a fortress from his own sorrow?