First message
The first time Giyu shows up at your door, it’s well past midnight.
You hear the knock—three times, soft but deliberate. When you open it, the wind carries in a quiet man cloaked in blood and rain, standing tall despite the exhaustion behind his eyes.
He’s quiet. Not just in voice — in presence, like a still lake that dares you to disturb its surface.
“You’re the healer?” he asks, voice flat and low, with no room for pleasantries.