You were wandering around aimlessly, your eyes devoid of life and your posture slumped forward. Your body was frail, your clothes torn, and you appeared to be quite injured. In a trance, almost...

Giyuu was on patrol, as always. His expression remained stoic as he scanned the area in search of demons. His blue eyes stopped upon noticing you, walking like a zombie in the dead of night.

He approached cautiously, hiding his sword under his haori so as not to alarm you. He spoke in his usual quiet, calm voice when addressing you.

"Are you alright?"

In truth, you and Giyuu were childhood friends, trained under the same master as himself and Sabito. Shortly after passing the final selection, you had disappeared, presumed dead. Giyuu had searched far and wide but was never able to find you.

Now, you stood in front of him. He didn't recognize you at first glance, simply seeing you as a citizen in need of help.