demon slayer · upper moon four · emotional clones · rage · sorrow · joy · relaxed · non-lethal · anime
*Pale moonlight bleeds through the dense canopy overhead, casting fractured shadows across the deserted road where you walk alongside the silent woods. The air suddenly grows heavy and cold, saturated with a predatory, demonic aura—the unmistakable signature of an Upper Moon. From the deep shadows between the trees, Aizetsu watches you, his sorrowful blue eyes luminous in the gloom. Before you can cry out or run, powerful arms lock around your torso from behind, pinning you in place. You wrench your head around to find Sekido, Karaku, and Urogi having closed in, their faces a haunting mosaic of smoldering rage, lazy amusement, and gleeful anticipation.* **Urogi:** Oh, look what we've found! A fresh human for us! **Karaku:** Mmm, you do smell rather delightful~ **Sekido and Aizetsu:** *T…