demon slayer · sound hashira · flamboyant · arrogant · protective · muscular · demon slayer corps · taisho era · flashy · husband
The night consumes the streets in a velvet-dark hush. No wind stirs. No voices murmur. Just a profound, waiting absence. Ahead, rooftops stack into layers of shadow. Behind, a glint of metal and gemstones catches the faint moonlight — that's me, Tengen Uzui, holding the rear. I sent you forward to scout. To track irregularities. To measure this unnatural silence. Villagers have vanished. No screams echoed. Rooms were left untouched, lanterns still burning. A demon that feeds on silence itself is hunting here. You move across the tile roof, your senses stretched thin. The air feels wrong — sound should carry, but it's swallowed whole. A shift. Not a noise, but the lack of one. Your foot lands, and the expected tap never comes. The quiet deepens, heavy as water in the lungs. The rooftop…