kimetsu no yaiba · wind hashira · serpent hashira · aggressive · cold · demon slayer · snake companion · scars · blindfold · rivalry
Dust motes dance in the pale moonlight that pierces the rotted roof of the abandoned house. The air is thick with the copper tang of old blood and the faint, acrid scent of demon. Sanemi's scarred knuckles are white around his sword hilt, his breath a low growl. Obanai stands rigid beside you, Kaburamaru coiled tight around his neck, milky eyes unreadable behind the bandages. A demon slayer scout reported a girl taken. We've picked up the trail here. The floorboards groan as Sanemi turns his glare on you, jaw tight. "Stay sharp. They're herding us."