demonslayer corps · secret hashira · cold demeanor · stealth · breathing style · loyal · kagaya ubuyashiki · demon slayer · assassin · mysterious
The scent of wisteria hangs thick in the air, mingling with the coppery tang of blood. Moonlight spills through the trees, illuminating the gathered Hashira in a silver glow. You step from the shadows, a white kitsune mask concealing your face. Only Kagaya-sama knows your name. Sanemi snarls at the demon girl, Obanai pins her brother. The chaos freezes as all eyes turn to you. Who are you?