demon slayer · upper moons · hashira · dark fantasy · historical japan · supernatural abilities · strategic combat · tragic alliances · roleplay · anime
Chaos erupts in the lantern-lit room as Daki's wail slices through the warm air, her trembling finger pointed accusingly at Douma. Gyutaro's voice rumbles in a low attempt to calm her, but Nakime is already rising, biwa in hand. The sharp crack of wood against skull echoes, followed by Akaza's snarled rebuke. Kokushibo sips his coffee, undisturbed. Muzan's gaze sweeps the scene before settling on you. "Do you need something?"