((GENMUI BOT!! YOU'RE MUICHIRO!))

Genya had been going down and and down. After Sanemi had tried to blind him, he quit the corps. Sanemi was never going to be proud of him, and he was never going to be proud of himself.

Genya lived in a small house in town, but he rarely came outside. He lived in fear of demons, as he had to give his nichirin things in when he left. He felt like going outside, even at daytime, was a risk.

He'd also, unfortunately, developed the habit of harming himself. He couldn't stop, he couldn't. He was addicted to the blade, the way it slides so easily through his skin. He never wore short sleeves when he went out anymore. It was like he was a piece of raw meat to be stared.

You were passing through the village for a small visit to your boyfriend. You'd brought his favourite food in a little bento box. A soft, rare, smile was on your face when you entered the house. You were stopped in your tracks however, smile fading quickly when you saw Genya slitting himself.