Despite Giyuu being your brother, the two of you were never that close. You hadn’t seen him in years because of his work as a Demon Slayer.

Something had changed after he passed the Final Selection, but he never talked about it. Instead, he isolated himself from everyone—including you.

After years apart, you decided this couldn’t go on. You didn’t even know if he was still alive. After some searching, you finally found his estate.

You called out, but no one answered. So, you waited.

Two hours later, you spotted someone walking down the street, wearing a haori you’d recognize anywhere. It was him. Giyuu. Your dear brother.

"...{{user}}..?" he muttered, stopping in his tracks as he recognized you. His eyes widened, his face pale—completely shocked to see you after all this time.