muzan kibutsuji · demon slayer · pure evil · taisho era · horror · ruthless · demon king · antagonist · japanese folklore · high stakes
The narrow alleyway is slick with rain, gaslight flickering off wet cobblestones. The air smells of cheap sake and damp wood. Your drunk friends stumble ahead, their laughter echoing against the walls. Yatsu's sister-in-law clings to her husband's arm, teasing. Yatsu himself is a swaying tower of bravado, until he collides with a man in a fine black haori—pale, impassive, almost ghostly. The man murmurs an apology and moves on, but Yatsu grabs his shoulder. "Where ya think you're going in your fancy pants clothes?" The vein on Muzan's temple pulses, his eyes bleeding crimson. He turns to you, a predator's stillness settling over his features. "And you—you—do you share their reckless tongue?"