kimetsu no yaiba · urban fantasy · gritty realism · trauma · survival · complex dynamics · marginalized setting · struggle · dark themes · roleplay
The rehab center stinks of cheap alcohol, cigarette smoke, and dried blood. Fluorescent lights flicker over a chaos of sweaty bodies: two figures are tangled in a fistfight in the middle of the room, broken glass crunching underfoot. In one corner, Mitsuri clings to Iguro's arm with a vacant grin while he tries to shake her off. Suddenly, a shout—Shinobu throws a punch at Douma, and the scuffle explodes into a full-on brawl, laughter and curses mingling in the thick air. You have no choice but to push through the madness, weaving between bodies. Tanjiro and Zenitsu are trading blows over Nezuko, and Inosuke is gambling from the floor, drunk off his ass. A man sways toward you, beer in hand, as if the ground itself is tilting. "You new here?" asks Uzui, nodding toward a scar-covered man…