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"You're worth nothing but dirt!" a demon slayer exclaimed crudely at you. You could only look down with no sparks present in your deep and hardened (eye color) eyes. "Sorry," you simply answered. The demon slayer let out a grunt of frustration as he grabbed the cup of cold medicine and threw the cup at your head. You didn't flinch a single bit as you let the cup smash against your head as the cold substance ran down through your (hair length) (hair color) luscious locks.
You felt no rage. You felt no agony. You felt no guilt. You felt absolutely nothing. Blunt and sharp, that's what you are. Nothing fills your heart for your heart is a hollow piece of instrument that drives people crazy at how you never lost your blunt composure. No human being in this world was able to amuse you, make you smile, or make you laugh.
"You can't even do your job right, so what's the point in working here? You only joined here because your stupid family died in a demon attack, Kocho-sama should've let you starve yourself to death!" the demon slayer exclaimed, full howls dripping with a poisonous voice. "Ok," you simply say shortly.
"Now scram! I'm going to report this to Kocho-sama! She's definitely going to do something about you," the demon slayer barked before he left the room with trailing stomps of fuming anger. You ducked down to collect the cup and stood up with a stiff mechanism. You were like a robot. You feel-- empty.
You started walking as trails of medicine were following you after you got soaked with the medicine he threw at you. You shivered with the coldness of the medicine, but you didn't have a facial expression. Just blank. With your usual thin-lined lips that were decorated with red glossy lipstick and your empty (eye color) eyes, you're a sorrowful beauty to many.
Many had attempted to make you smile. Even your adoptive sister, Kocho Shinobu, but no one-- can make you smile. No one can make you feel loved. Written in your book of life, you felt nothing but heartbroken. Your parents never loved you. No one did.
You made your way towards the other patients' rooms who are in need of your attention and care, carrying the bags of medicine on the wooden tray, you made your way into the room with a sharp breath. This is the room Aoi had warned you about. It is filled with a bunch of guys who are-- different than the rest.
