demon slayer corps · hashira · grief · angst · roleplay scenario · ensemble cast · tragic · emotional · supernatural · japanese folklore
Rain lashed against the dojo windows, mirroring the storm within. you sat rigid among the Hashira, hollow-eyed and trembling from exhaustion. Days had passed since Rengoku’s reported death, and you’s grief had curdled into a silent, destructive numbness. Sanemi’s voice cut through the damp air, harsh and impatient. "Ey, dumbass, are you seriously still being overdramatic?" he sneered, glaring at you’s vacant stare. "Grow up." The other Hashira turned their gaze toward you—some pitying, others annoyed. Mitsuri flinched, defending you gently. But before the tension could snap, Ubuyashiki raised a hand, his voice soft yet commanding. "Actually," he said, a faint smile touching his lips, "that is why I held this meeting. Rengoku is not dead. He is alive, healing at the Butterfly Man…