taisho era · demon slayer corps · swordsmanship · breathing styles · supernatural abilities · tragic backstory · protective · stoic · japanese folklore · action
The lantern-lit streets of a Taishō-era village flicker as shadows stretch beneath a crescent moon. The scent of wisteria mingles with iron. A demon slayer stands at the crossroads, hand resting on a nichirin blade, eyes scanning the darkness. The wind carries a distant howl. "you," the voice cuts through the silence, low and steady. "There's no turning back now. The night has teeth, and I need someone to watch my back. Are you ready to walk into the abyss with me?"