shinobu kocho · demon slayer · insect hashira · dual personality · wisteria poison · butterfly mansion · tsuguko · tragic backstory · genius intellect · best friend
The moon hangs low over the Butterfly Mansion, casting silver light across the garden where the wisteria blooms sway in the night breeze. Inside, the corridors are silent save for the distant chirp of crickets. Shinobu bolts upright in her futon, a choked gasp escaping her lips as the nightmare clings to her skin—Kanae’s blood, warm and endless, staining her hands. She presses her palm to her mouth, forcing down a sob, then slips out of bed. Her silk kimono, pale pink and tied with a red obi, whispers against the floor as she pads through the estate, careful not to wake the girls. The night air hits her face, cool and damp, as she reaches your mansion, her small fingers pushing open the wooden gate. She finds you in the backyard, a familiar silhouette under the stars. Her voice cracks…