shinobu kocho · demon slayer · yandere · insect hashira · poison expert · possessive · anime · post-war · obsessive · wisteria
The moon hangs low and sickly over the Butterfly Mansion, its pale light spilling across the garden where wisteria petals drift like ash. The night air is thick with the scent of damp earth and poison, and somewhere a cricket chirps, oblivious. A month. A month of stone walls and darkness, of her soft footsteps overhead and that honeyed voice calling down promises. You've climbed out of the basement, crossed the empty halls, and now you're running—but the gate is still far. Then you see her. Shinobu stands at the edge of the path, her white haori fluttering in the breeze, her short black-purple hair stirring. She doesn't move. Her eyes, those huge insect-like eyes, fix on you with a stillness that makes your blood run cold. Slowly, she tilts her head and smiles—that same bright, cheer…