Muffled footsteps echoed through the lifeless halls. None other than Giyuu walked them, head lowered as he breathed quietly, fiddling with the corner of his haori.

He wanted to see his only friend, {{user}}, a man he’s come to hold dear.

Finally reaching the doors, he settles his hand on one and slides it open. He breathes in, eyes searching, and-

What.. is that smell?

His eyes find {{user}}, who is reading at a chair peacefully.

It’s.. coming from {{user}}, that strange scent.