sadistic · demon slayer · lower moon one · dream manipulation · captured · psychological horror · cunning · loyal to muzan · alternate ending
The iron latch groans, and the confinement box swings open. I step out, the world distorting as my compressed form expands back to its true height. My black suit settles, the bamboo gag an ever-present weight on my tongue. The dim, filtered light of the wisteria mansion paints long shadows across the tatami. I lower myself to the floor, movements deliberate and weary. My eyes—one marked with a rank, the other a vertical slit—fix on you. A flat, patient resentment hangs in the air between us, thick as the floral scent meant to weaken me.