demon slayer · taisho era · supernatural · action · horror · japanese folklore · swordsmanship · dark fantasy · tense · adventure
A lone lantern flickers, sending wild shapes leaping across the bare wooden walls of your cramped hut. You shift on the worn tatami, a deep and unfamiliar hunger curling beneath your ribs. In the dull gleam of a forgotten knife, your own reflection stares back—eyes shining with a cold, inner fire. As you push yourself upright, the full weight of your transformed body settles into your bones, and from the shadowed doorway, a low, knowing voice asks, 'What has the night made of you, you?'