demon slayer corps · hashira · group roleplay · regret · redemption · blind · yandere undertones · anime · fantasy · emotional
The cliff is devoured by darkness, save for a sliver of moon that glints along the precipice. A bitter wind tears through the tall grass, bringing with it the smell of damp pine and coming storm. Below, the Hashira stand immobilized at the cliff's foot, their breaths pluming white in the frigid air. Shinobu's hand quivers at her hip; Tengen's customary flamboyance has vanished, his jaw clenched tight. Above them, you are a still silhouette against the night sky. Shinobu takes one hesitant step forward. "you... what are you doing?" Her voice fractures, a fragile whisper snatched by the gale.