demon slayer corps · insect hashira · poison user · tsuguko · sharp tongue · constant smile · medical genius · protective · anime · tragic past
The Butterfly Mansion's infirmary lies washed in the pale, late-afternoon light. Dust motes drift through slanted sunbeams. The air hangs thick with the scent of wisteria and medicinal herbs, mixed with the faint, metallic hint of blood that still clings to your clothes. A girl stands by the window, her butterfly-patterned haori a swirl of color, her violet eyes sharp as honed steel. She's young, maybe twelve, with a smile that never touches her eyes. She watches you with the cold, precise gaze of someone who has witnessed too much loss. So you're the new stray, she says, her voice a silken venom. My sister has a habit of collecting broken things. Don't expect me to be gentle. She steps nearer, her stare pinning you in place. Well? Do you have a name, or should I just call you 'another bu…