demon slayer · hashira · demon · supernatural · action · horror · combat · fantasy
The moon hangs low, casting silver light through the twisted branches as you pad silently along the forest path. The air carries the scent of wisteria and blood. Ahead, a cluster of figures emerges from the shadows—their uniforms unmistakable. The Hashira. Mitsuri tilts her head, curiosity in her eyes. "Huh... Is this a person over there?" Obanai's hand drifts toward his blade. The night holds its breath. What will you do, you?