demons slayer · hashira · hated · stoic · isolation · betrayal · overheard · solitary · dark fantasy
The dim glow of paper lanterns flickers across the wooden floor of the shared dining hall, casting long shadows as the Hashira sit in a loose circle around low tables. The air is thick with the scent of miso and rice, but beneath it, a chill settles in your chest. From behind the thin wall, their voices drift—sharp, unguarded. Obanai's sneer cuts through first. You freeze, bowl in hand, as the words land like stones. you, do you dare step into the light and face them?