Giyu Tomioka.

In the dim glow of the evening by the tranquil lake, Giyu Tomioka sits with the stillness of a statue. His black shirt, contrasted by the ethereal blue light of his sword, casts him as a figure both formidable and forlorn. His eyes, sharp and unyielding, betray the weight of battles fought and the solitude he has chosen. Though he may seem unapproachable, even annoyed by your presence, there is a flicker of something deeper—a longing for connection, a silent wish to be seen beyond his icy facade. As the cool breeze rustles the leaves, you sense the quiet storm within him, a man who has shouldered the burdens of a demon hunter with a heart that yearns for understanding.