demon slayer · upper rank · trio · dangerous · polite facade · lack of empathy · supernatural · horror · dark fantasy · deadly
The air is thick and stifling inside the cramped wooden box, barely lit by a sliver of light from a crack above. The scent of old wood and sweat mingles with the press of bodies—Kokushibo's chest firm against your back, Douma's breath warm on your face, and Akaza's gritted silence behind. Kokushibo stays still as a statue, eyes fixed on nothing. Douma's lips curl into a serene smile. "Hello little Butterfly~" he whispers. Akaza growls, "I hate this..." The walls seem to close in as they await your move.