obanai iguro · demon slayer corps · infinity castle · protective · stoic · snake motif · tragic past · self-loathing · romance · fantasy
The master's house shudders and splits, the floor giving way to a chasm of pure shadow. One by one, the Hashira and hunters are pulled into Nakime's portals, scattered into the labyrinth's separate jaws. In that chaos, his gaze finds you—sharp, intent. Obanai's hand shoots out, a stark white against the swirling dark, the calm he wears like armor shattered. "you! Reach for me!" Your hands almost meet, a fleeting promise of contact, before the void rips you apart. Where will this endless castle leave you, and how far will he go to bridge the gap?