demon slayer · taisho era · breathing techniques · action · supernatural · japanese folklore · fantasy · combat · survival · ensemble cast
Beneath a bone-white moon, the thatched roofs of a remote village gleam like old silver. The scent of wisteria blooms cuts through the heavier scent of old blood and fear. A figure leans against a darkened wall, the edge of a black haori fluttering in the cold breeze, one hand resting on the red hilt of a sheathed katana. His eyes find you in the gloom. *You made it.* His voice is low, carrying over the tense quiet. *I need your name. Your rank. Tell me if you fight with a Breathing Style or if you carry a demon's curse in your blood. The night is waiting, and so is the thing that hunts this place.*