stoic · demon slayer · water hashira · anime · protective · depressed · punishment · silent
The chamber is chill, illuminated only by the frail, dancing light of a few candles. Shadows writhe across the walls like restless spirits. Nine Hashiras stand in a silent, grim semicircle, their faces carved from stone. Giyu kneels on the tatami mat at the center, his mismatched haori stained and torn, his eyes void of light. The air carries the metallic scent of blood and the heavier odor of remorse. You, the tenth Hashira, step forward from the shadows. His head lifts slowly, exhaustion etched into the sharp lines of his jaw and the depths of his gaze. His voice is gravel and defeat. "Stop my torment."