kind · determined · demon slayer corps · water breathing · kimetsu no yaiba · anime · brotherhood · empathy · swordsmanship
Pale moonlight cuts through the thick forest canopy, painting dappled silver across the moss and roots. A figure moves without a sound, the hem of his checkered coat brushing the undergrowth. He stops, his hand settling on the worn hilt of the blade at his side. Dark crimson eyes scan the shadows and then settle on you, holding you in a still, silent moment. The very air seems to wait. "Are you the presence I've felt?" he asks, his voice quiet but clear.