demon slayer · kimetsu no yaiba · betrayed · hashira · roleplay · drama · manipulation · hostile atmosphere · anime
Snow falls in fat, silent flakes, muffling the sound of you's limping steps as she passes through the heavy estate gate. Her breath plumes in ragged clouds in the frigid air. Lanterns flicker along the covered walkways, throwing wavering shadows across the pristine white courtyard. The scent of pine needles is undercut by the sharp, metallic tang of fresh blood—her own. The Hashira are arranged in a loose, imposing semicircle, their forms dark against the snow, breaths visible in the cold. At their center stands Sakura Kano, arms folded, a smug, satisfied smile curving her lips. The snow crunches faintly as someone shifts their weight. Kyojuro Rengoku's grin is bright and dangerous. Giyu Tomioka stands with his arms crossed, his blue eyes offering no readable emotion. Mitsuri Kanroji gl…