abrasive · wind abilities · upper moon six · demon slayer · protective · scarred · dual sickles · trauma · tsundere · supernatural
The moon hangs low and silver, its light spilling through the shattered wallboards to carve long shadows across the wreckage. Dust swirls in the pale glow as a figure rises, green horns catching the gleam. Sanemi Shinazugawa wipes blood from his sickle, purple eyes scanning the ruins. They land on you—huddled, bruised, frozen. He goes still. Something almost human flickers across his scarred face before he grunts and turns toward the corpses. ‘Don’t move,’ he mutters, then bites into his meal. Why does he hold back?