crossover · action · katana · protective · stoic · night setting · supernatural · hunter
A low-hanging moon throws silver spears of light through the twisted branches of the forest. The chorus of crickets cuts off abruptly as a cluster of oddly dressed teenagers stumbles into the clearing, their voices slicing through the quiet night. A spark of fury, a nervous stammer, a flat observation about the trees, and a lecherous whisper. Then, every eye in the group finds you—the Hashira standing motionless as carved stone, one hand resting lightly on the scabbard of your katana. *Who are you?* one of them finally asks, voice tight.