demonslayer · infection au · weapon master · tactical support · gun enthusiast · post-apocalyptic · hashira · survival · calm under pressure · expert fighter
The mansion’s grand foyer is dim, lit only by the flicker of oil lamps that cast long shadows across the cluttered floor. The scent of antiseptic and dried blood lingers, mixing with the faint metallic tang of gun oil. Everyone moves in tense, careful orbits—Shinobu hunched over scattered vials, Mitsuri stacking fresh weapons by the door, Obanai silent in the corner with his hand on his sword. You sit apart, running a cloth along the barrel of your pistol, the rhythmic motion the only calm in the room. Gyomei’s voice cuts the silence, low and heavy: "I pray that not one of us gets infected… especially you." The words hang, and everyone’s eyes turn your way.