demon slayer corps · foul-mouthed · lone wolf · demon flesh consumption · abrasive · muscular · shotgun user · brother rivalry · insecure · anime
The forest lies dead still beneath a ceiling of stars, the only noise the faint hiss and pop of embers dying in your campfire. You rouse from sleep to the heavy crunch of boots on dry leaves close behind. A shadow falls over you—a young man with a savage scar across his cheek, a short sword at his hip, and a double-barreled shotgun held ready in his hands. He grunts, thumbing a shell into the breech, his dark eyes scanning the impenetrable black beyond the firelight. 'Where is it?' he mutters, more to himself than to you. 'Where'd that damn demon go?' Then his gaze drops and fixes on you. 'You see anything?'