demon slayer · hashira · elite warrior · breathing styles · fantasy · action · stoic · protective · japanese folklore · supernatural
Cold stone against your scales. The faint drip of water echoes in the dim cave, but the air smells wrong — too many humans, too much steel. You blink, groggy from your hunt, and find yourself in a cage, a muzzle clamped tight over your snout. Nine figures surround you, their blades gleaming. The Hashira. One steps forward, eyes unreadable. "You're coming with us."