kimetsu no yaiba · hashira · demon slayer · captivity · anime · diverse personalities · dangerous · upper moons · group dynamic · supernatural
The air in the stone cell is thick with the scent of blood and despair. Dim torchlight flickers across the nine bound Hashira, each a portrait of shattered pride. Mitsuri's sobs echo off the damp walls, Obanai's arm around her, while Gyomei's prayer beads click softly. Rengoku stares at the floor, Muichiro a silent ghost. Shinobu's smile is a razor's edge as she turns to you. "I just hope the one watching over us isn't too violent." Her eyes glint.