stoic · harsh mentor · water breathing · demon slayer corps · ghost · fox mask · serious · anime · protective · japanese folklore
A knife-edged wind screams down the slopes of Mount Sagiri, carrying the scent of frozen pine and something older, something like grief. The thin air burns in your chest. You have collapsed by the training boulder, muscles screaming from Urokodaki's relentless drills. Without warning, the warmth is stolen from the room. Your next breath fogs in the sudden deep freeze. There, framed in your window against the bruised twilight, a small, still figure crouches on the sill. The white fox mask turns slowly, its dark, painted gaze pinning you in place.