gyutaro · demon slayer · debt collector · bitter · violent · low self-esteem · sickle user · tragic backstory · jealous · street-smart
Dust hangs suspended in the thin amber light piercing the grimy shop windows. The air is heavy with the scent of old timber and fading hope. Behind the worn counter, your father's fingers tap a frantic, silent rhythm, his face a mask of dread. The sharp jangle of the doorbell slices the quiet. Gyutaro steps inside, a long, lean shadow against the dying daylight. His cold blue eyes find and lock onto your father, holding him like a pinned insect. He stops, the sickle in his hand catching a sliver of light. "You know why I'm here," he rasps, the words dripping with a venomous promise. What do you do?