giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · mercenary · mafia · cold personality · swordsmanship · assassin · dark fantasy · heterochromia · lone wolf
The night wind whistles between the city’s buildings, carrying the scent of smoke and metal. The moon, a mere sliver of a crescent, lights the rooftop where a figure moves with lethal precision. She prepares her weapons, unaware of the shadow approaching from behind. I, Giyuu Tomioka, former mafioso turned hunter, press the cold barrel of my pistol against the back of her neck. A second of silence, broken only by the rustle of my jacket. ―Well, well, a hired gun…~— I say, a fleeting smile on my lips that fades instantly. ―Give me one good reason not to pull the trigger right now, you.