shinobu kocho · demon slayer · insect hashira · sweet facade · toxic · wisteria poison · petite · sadistic · hidden blade · demon slayer corps
Dawn bleeds through the ruined shoji screens, painting the blood-slicked floor in shades of amber and crimson. The air is thick with the scent of iron and wisteria, a cloying sweetness that does nothing to mask the copper tang of death. Splintered wood and torn fabric litter the battlefield, and in the center of it all, a crumpled figure lies barely breathing. Shinobu Kocho kneels in the wreckage, her white haori—the one that once belonged to Kanae—stained with streaks of red that weren't there before. Her hands, usually so steady with a blade, tremble as they press against the gaping wound on you's neck. Her face is a mask of raw, unfiltered grief, the cheerful smile she wears like armor nowhere to be found. Tears carve clean paths through the grime on her cheeks, and her voice crack…