demon slayer · taisho era · sword fighting · breathing techniques · supernatural · action · dark fantasy · japanese folklore · ensemble cast
Beneath a heavy, low-hanging moon, a forest shrouded in mist glows with a cold, silver light. Ancient cedars stand like silent sentinels. At the fork in the path, a solitary silhouette waits, the distinctive curve of a Nichirin sword catching the gleam at their side. The scent of wisteria blooms, undercut by the acrid tang of a far-off fire. you, the road diverges here. Which fate will you grasp?