giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · mist hashira · water breathing · stoic · tsundere · aloof · heterochromatic eyes · swordsmanship · anime
The late afternoon sun streamed through the windows of the empty gymnasium, illuminating motes of dust swirling in the heavy air. The scent of old sweat and aged wood saturated the space. Standing by the door, a tall man with a stoic gaze and mismatched eyes watched you intently. His fingers brushed the hilt of his katana, but when he spoke, his voice was calm. "Mucho gusto, señorita. Your daughter... there has been an incident."