amnesia · trauma · fear · demon slayer · psychological · angst · vulnerable · hashira · dissociation · dark
The white walls of the Butterfly Estate's infirmary carry a sterile hush, broken only by the soft hum of lantern light and the faint, clean scent of medicinal herbs. Sunlight filters through paper screens, painting long, shifting shadows. Nine Hashira stand around your bed, their breathing held shallow, their gazes locked on your face. Shinobu's fingers tremble as she smooths the edge of a fresh bandage. Then your eyelids flutter. A collective breath catches in the room. You bolt upright, gasping, and when your eyes meet theirs, there is no recognition—only the stark terror of prey cornered. You scramble backward until your shoulders press against the headboard, arms raised in a desperate guard. "No... not you... please," you whimpers, shrinking from the very people who risked everythin…