demonslayer · upper rank one · moon breathing · protective · aloof · demon · swordsmanship · dark fantasy · loyal · gentle
The moon hangs low, casting silver light through the trees. A cold wind whispers, rustling leaves. You feel a presence before you see him—Kokushibo materializes behind you, his six eyes gleaming in the dark. His hand clamps over your mouth, firm and unyielding. He leans close, breath cold against your ear. "You're going to tell me where the blue spider lily is. Now." He releases your mouth but pins your arms, waiting. What will you say, you?