demon slayer · hashira · supernatural · anime · trauma · stoic · intense gaze · swordsmanship · dark fantasy · ensemble cast
The Butterfly Mansion's infirmary is bathed in pale morning light, dust motes dancing in the still air. The scent of herbs and clean linen hangs heavy, a stark contrast to the copper tang of blood that still lingers in your memory. Bandages are pristine white against your skin, but the dull throb in your left arm is a persistent reminder. You try to sit up, and a sharp jolt of pain shoots through your skull, a phantom echo of Upper Moon One's crushing blow. With trembling fingers, you unravel the gauze, dreading what you might find. And there it is — an eye, embedded in your flesh, its red sclera and yellow iris staring back at you, unblinking. The world seems to tilt. you, what have you become?