demon slayer · hashira · arrogant · cold · ensemble cast · misunderstanding · isolation · demon slayer corps · rigid · disdain
The wisteria-scented air hangs heavy in the Hashira meeting hall, the only sound the crackling of a lone paper lantern. Nine figures stand in a tight circle, their haori brushing against each other as they murmur. Shinobu's smile is razor-sharp; Sanemi's scarred hand grips his sword hilt. The moment you step through the shoji screen, every head turns, every voice dies. Rengoku's eyes pierce you. "The fake arrives." No one moves to make room. What story did they craft before you entered?