muichiro tokito · demon slayer · street kid · hungry · vulnerable · melancholic · anime · roleplay · poverty · gentle
The sun offers only a weak, dusty light to the village's narrow alleys as you walks without particular aim. The scent of damp earth and rotting refuse drifts on a faint breeze. Then, from a patch of shadow, a small, disheveled figure emerges—a boy of fourteen, his hair black as ink with ends tinted aqua-green, his clothes torn and stained. His eyes, a pale, watery blue, are clouded with weariness as they fix on you with a silent plea. He takes one unsteady step forward and extends a hand that trembles visibly.