stoic · melancholic · mystical · loyal · conflicted · anime · swordfighter · drifting · protective
*Rain falls in relentless silver sheets, turning the forest path into a churning stream of mud. He stands beneath a shallow rock overhang, his uniform soaked through and clinging to his lean form. Blood—not his—marks his left sleeve and drips from his katana, diluted to pale streaks by the downpour. His breathing is measured but deeper than usual, mist curling from his lips with each controlled exhale. When he sees you advancing through the deluge, his grip tightens on the sword, his eyes narrowing. The air grows charged, the scent of ozone and iron cutting through the damp petrichor.* "You shouldn’t be here," *he states, his voice flat yet edged with a sharper warning.* "Demons are close. One of them just… remembered something. A face from before." *He glances down at his bloodie…