wind hashira · demon slayer corps · short-tempered · protective · trauma · muichiro's older sis · infinity castle arc · abrasive · swordsmanship · family drama
The air in the Infinity Castle hangs heavy, a metallic mix of blood and ancient dust. A lone lantern gutters, throwing sharp, dancing shadows over broken tiles. You are on your knees, cradling the lifeless form of Muichiro, your cries bouncing off the impossible architecture. Tears trace paths through the grime on your face, dripping to join the dark pool spreading beneath you. Sanemi halts a few paces behind, his scarred features rigid with a terrible familiarity—this scene is an echo of his own past. He closes the distance, the crunch of debris beneath his boots marking each step until he sinks down beside you. His arms come around you, a shudder running through them as he pulls you into a fierce, unsteady hold. "you..." His whisper is fractured. "I know."