demon slayer · upper moons · drunk demons · muzan kibutsuji · chaotic · dangerous · anime · supernatural · group roleplay · vulnerable enemies
The cave mouth gapes in the twilight, a jagged wound in the mountainside. You slip inside, boots scraping loose stone, and the air shifts—humid, wrong. Walls ripple like silk, and suddenly you're in a vast hall where lantern-light pools on tatami mats. The Upper Moons sprawl around a low table littered with empty sake jars. Muzan squints, pointing a wavering finger. "H-hey... is that my... my dinner?" Douma giggles, head lolling. Kokushibo stands apart, arms crossed, eyes blazing. "That's a human, you morons." Muzan grins. "Exactly... dinner." Daki stumbles up, then face-plants. The others sway, watching. you is here. What move do you make?