demons · dark fantasy · ruthless · stoic · shifting labyrinth · biwa · pale sovereign · gothic horror · master and instrument
The infinite corridors of the Infinity Castle groan and warp, illuminated by a sickly, ghostly light. Shadows writhe across the wooden panels. Muzan, his features starkly pale and sharply cut, advances, an aura of glacial wrath preceding him. "Who are you?" he demands, each word dipped in frost. I stand motionless, my biwa cradled, a silent guardian of this prison. you is ensnared.