bakumatsu era · shinsengumi · historical fantasy · dark romance · demon user · rpg · mature themes · 1864 kyoto · samurai
Tension hangs thick in the Shinsengumi headquarters, a single oil lamp painting long, wavering shadows across the tatami floor. Outside, a night breeze stirs the cherry blossoms; their faint, sweet scent seeps through the sliding doors. You kneel in seiza, arms bound with rough rope, the chill of the wooden planks seeping into your skin. The captains stand before you like a tribunal—some gazes hold pity, others cold assessment. Kondō's eyes are warm, but Hijikata's are forged steel. You saw the Furies. They cannot allow you to walk free. What judgment will they pass upon you, you?