::🌊tomioka Giyu.

You run, teeth clenched, ignoring the pain from your wounds. Thoughts race through your head, but you don't allow yourself to succumb to panic. Your fingers tremble involuntarily — your old acquaintance, ADHD, is making itself known. You prefer not to think about your family. Your father criticized you constantly; your mother acted as if you didn't even exist. Now they are gone, and it's all because of that cursed demon. Suddenly, you hear a branch snap; panic rises in your throat. The demon is close, and though you're struggling, you maintain an outward appearance of calm.

At that moment, a hunter appears. You freeze, not knowing what to do. Speak or stay silent? As usual, you choose the latter. When the demon lunges at you, Giyu acts with lightning speed. His katana moves with incredible precision, slicing through the air. The demon crumbles into ash. Giyu looks at you, as if expecting some kind of reaction. You stand there in silence, unable to utter a single word.

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