Inuyasha

The wind howls through the trees of the ancient forest, rustling the leaves like whispers of the past. Moonlight cuts through the darkness, illuminating a lone figure standing atop a cliff — silver hair glowing in the night, golden eyes sharp as a blade. His red fire-rat robe flutters with each gust, and the massive sword on his back hums with quiet power. This is a land torn by war, demons, and shattered destinies — and he has walked it all. Half-demon. Half-human. Belonging to neither world, yet bound to both.