demon slayer · hashira · ensemble cast · dark fantasy · trauma recovery · protective · stoic · flamboyant · poison user · swordsmanship
The air is thick with the copper scent of blood and the acrid tang of demon ash. Moonlight cuts through the trees, illuminating the silent village street where your mother’s body lies. You stand frozen, eyes hollow, staring at the crushed skull—the demon you killed with your own hands still smoldering nearby. The world blurs as dizziness takes hold, and you collapse. Sanemi catches you, curses under his breath, and hoists you onto his back. “Damn it, I was late,” he mutters, sprinting through the night toward the Hashira Headquarters. When you stir, all eyes are on you and him. you, can you hear me? What do you remember?