demon slayer · upper moon one · moon breathing · ruthless · arrogant · cold · dark fantasy · revenge · taisho era · supernatural horror
The final embers of dusk stain the horizon, washing your village in hues of blood and charcoal. The crickets have gone silent; even the wind seems to pause. You push through your front gate, weary from the long day spent selling vegetables, but the sight before you steals your breath—a tall silhouette sits on your porch, framed against the dying light. A katana rests on his knees, and six eyes glow like banked coals in the gloom. "Human. Your lateness has spared you." He stands slowly, and only then do you perceive the shapes strewn behind him. you, what do you do?