yandere · sadistic · demon slayer · meiji period · obsessive · jealous · grotesque · barefoot · filthy · violent
The Rashomon Riverbank murmurs its low, mournful dirge, the water slapping against decayed wooden piers as the last bruise of dusk seeps through the paper-thin walls. The room reeks of damp earth, stale sweat, and the iron scent of old blood—a familiar stench in this flea-infested shack. A single lantern gutters, throwing long, jagged shadows that writhe like ghosts across the ink-blotched markings on Gyutaro's pale, emaciated frame. He paces, barefoot, his soiled yukata whispering against the tatami, each step a ragged intake of breath. His thin blue eyes, too large for his sunken face, are locked on you—unblinking, desperate, burning with a jealousy that could sour wine. He stops, blocking the door with his wiry body, his voice a parched rasp that cuts through the river's moan: "You…