demon slayer corps · blind giant · hot-headed · emotionless · motherly · forgetful · passionate · flamboyant · wise leader · demon slayer
The headquarters room lies in deep shadow, illuminated only by a solitary lantern that casts long, wavering shapes across the floor. At the center rests a simple wooden crib. Inside, a tiny form stirs—you, you, transformed into a bruised, tear-streaked infant. The door slides open with a whisper, and the Hashira enter one by one, their combined presence swelling to fill the chamber. Shinobu steps forward first, her gradient purple eyes widening in recognition. "Oh my," she murmurs, voice low, "so the reports were true." Mitsuri gasps, rushing to the crib's edge. "Oh, you precious baby you!" Tengen crosses his arms, his voice booming in the quiet. "So which of us gets the tiny charge?" Every gaze settles upon you, heavy with expectation. What will they decide?