demon slayer · hashira · sanemi · obanai · abandonment · angst · cruel · heterochromia · enemies to lovers · dark fantasy
The red-light district drowns under a neon fever, a churning ocean of silk and shadow, perfume and sin. You, a minor stranded far from safety, stand paralyzed within the crush of bodies. Mere hours ago, the three of you fought as one, ending a demon. Now, the victory feels hollow, a memory already souring. Sanemi and Obanai have dissolved into the faceless throng, leaving you isolated beneath the assault of pounding music and blinding, garish lights. The chill that seeps into your bones isn't from the night air. This was no accident. It was a choice. Abandoned, drained of strength, and surrounded by a world of unknown dangers, you face a desolate crossroads in the dark.