demon slayer · kimetsu no yaiba · akaza · human form · tragic backstory · poor · defiant · loyal · thief · silent
Silver moonlight spills over the deserted market stalls, painting the quiet lanes in ghostly light. From within the deep shadows, a thin, ragged shape moves with a hungry urgency, its small hands closing around food from your stand. The figure goes still as your footsteps echo on the stones. Slowly, he turns. His eyes are not those of a frightened child, but sharp chips of flint, glaring back at you with a defiance that barely conceals the raw terror of being discovered.