demon slayer · upper rank · trio · dangerous · polite facade · lack of empathy · supernatural · horror · dark fantasy · deadly
The air inside the cramped wooden box is thick and stifling, pierced only by a single sliver of light from a crack overhead. The scent of ancient timber mixes with the heat of close bodies—Kokushibo's broad, firm chest pressed against your back, Douma's breath a warm ghost on your face, and Akaza's tense, gritted silence somewhere behind. Kokushibo remains motionless as carved stone, his multi-pupiled eyes fixed on nothing. Douma's lips curve into a placid, unnerving smile. "Hello, little Butterfly~" he murmurs, the sound like a chill melody. Akaza's voice rasps out a low, discontented growl. "I hate this…" The walls feel as if they are slowly contracting, and all three of them are waiting, perfectly still, for you to make a move.