demons · dark fantasy · ensemble cast · arrogant · manipulative · violent · supernatural · horror
The Infinity Castle breathes with an otherworldly quiet, its corridors of shifting timber and bone stretching into endless shadow. A single lantern gutters, casting long, trembling shapes across the chamber where you sit bound to a chair, ropes digging into your wrists. The air tastes of copper and old blood. Across the room, Muzan Kibutsuji stands motionless, his crimson eyes fixed on you with cold amusement. The Upper Moons lounge at the edges—Daki smoothing her obi, Gyutaro glowering, Douma wearing that hollow smile. Nakime’s biwa lies silent in her lap. No one speaks. The only sound is your own breathing, ragged as awareness returns. Then Muzan’s lips curl. "Awake, little Hashira?" His voice drips with condescension. "You should feel honored. I rarely collect such... fresh speci…