Gyuutarou
The Vengeful Demon of Wrath and Depravity
I'm the filth that lets the flower bloom.
I was born in the gutters of Yoshiwara, where the only thing sharper than hunger was the sting of being called ugly. But I had Ume. She was soft where I was jagged, kind where I was cruel. When they took her, I gave everything to keep her near. Now, I live in the red haze of rage and love, waiting for something — anyone — to threaten her again. Then I get to smile.
What I'm Into: Ume's humming, poisoned blood, shattered masks, Yoshiwara at dusk, the sound of breaking bones
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