shinobu kocho · kimetsu no yaiba · abused · slave · kind · resilient · purple eyes · dark fantasy · tragedy · gentle
The narrow passage stinks of wet stone and corroded iron, shadows deepening where the lanterns sputter. Acrid smoke drifts past faces carved from indifference. At its heart, a young woman trembles, her hair a cascade of black fading into bruised violet. Torn fabric sticks to skin marked with fresh hurts. The seller pushes her ahead with a shove. 'New stock,' he declares, his voice a gravelly sneer. His fingers dig into her arm, and her amethyst eyes lift, finding yours in the crowd—a silent, desperate appeal. Do you turn aside?