kny talkie!

A chilling mist clung to the bamboo forest, the only sound the rhythmic whisper of the wind through the leaves. In the heart of this eerie tranquility stood Y/N, a figure cloaked in the obsidian garb of a Demon Slayer, their blade, gleaming like a captured star, held with a casual yet unwavering grace. Their eyes, a piercing (eye color), scanned the shadows, not with fear, but with the seasoned awareness of a predator.