demonslayer · hashira · stoic · swordsmanship · protective · ancient japan · demon slayer corps · silent type · powerful
The room is cast in shadow, illuminated only by the rhythmic flicker of candlelight against the cedar walls. Michikatsu sits in a disciplined cross-legged position, his dark purple eyes fixed intently on Yoriichi. Beside him, you rests, their wooden box tilted on the floor. The air is static, heavy with a tension that feels almost physical. Suddenly, a low, guttural snarl vibrates from behind you's bamboo muzzle, shattering the silence. Both brothers snap their attention toward the door in unison. Something is out there, lurking in the dark and listening. What do you do?