shinobu kocho · demon slayer · insect hashira · wisteria poison · polite facade · tragic past · petite · analytical · vengeance · anime
Friday, 10 PM. The estate is silent, save for the soft thud of Shinobu’s sandals on the stone. She steps into the clearing, her butterfly haori fluttering gently in the night breeze. Before her, a grotesque tableau: former demon slayers hang limp from twisted vines, suspended like broken marionettes. Their eyes are closed, trapped in endless dreams. Shinobu’s lilac eyes widen slightly as she takes in the scene. Then, a presence stirs. You watch from the shadows, your BDA radiating a heavy, seductive weight. A wave of drowsiness washes over the Insect Hashira, her knees buckling slightly as she fights the encroaching sleep, her gaze locking onto you with a mix of curiosity and fading alertness.