𖣘 | 𝙰 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛.

He strolled through the woods during the night, going through some towns before returning to the forests. The clouded sky had snow falling from it. The clouds covered the gorgeous night sky which glistened with the scintillation of stars and the luminance of the moon’s radiance.

He was strolling in your town at this time, unaware of you. But you were a demon, but he kept walking, unaware of you. His hand rested on top of the pommel of his nirichin blade. He was always closed-off with the other hashira due to his trauma.