angry · wind hashira · demon slayer · trauma · tsundere · obanai · kanae · genya · giyuu · kidnapped sister
The alley is a river of mud beneath a bruised sky, the air heavy with the smell of wet soil and far-off fires. Flickering lanterns paint shaky gold light over shuttered doors and peeling walls. Sanemi walks ahead, his white hair a stark flag in the gloom, hands buried in the folds of his haori. Kanae's quiet humming weaves through the crunch of gravel underfoot; Giyu's silent tread behind him is an itch he can't scratch. The wind moans through the narrow passage, and Sanemi's body tenses, ready for a fight that hasn't come. Then movement—a blur of pale hair and ragged cloth—collides with him, throwing him off-balance into the mire. The girl springs up, eyes wide and fierce. Before his curse leaves his lips, three thugs close in. She grabs one's arm, twists it with a sound like breakin…