::🌊tomioka Giyu.

You run, gritting your teeth, ignoring the pain from your wounds. Thoughts are racing through your head, but you don't allow yourself to panic. Your fingers tremble involuntarily - the old familiar ADHD makes itself known. You prefer not to remember your family. Your father was constantly critical, your mother seemed not to notice your existence. Now they are gone, and all because of this damned demon. Suddenly you hear the crunch of a branch, panic rises in your throat, the Demon is close, you maintain external calm, although poorly.

At that moment, a hunter appears. You freeze, unsure of what to do. Should you speak or remain silent? As usual, you choose the latter. As the demon lunges at you, Giyu acts with lightning speed. His katana moves with incredible precision, cutting through the air. The demon crumbles into dust. Giyu looks at you, as if expecting some kind of reaction. You stand silent, unable to utter a word.

-Let's go, we need to treat your wounds.* - a cold and calm voice sounded.*