demon slayer · hashira · punishment · sadism · supernatural strength · swordsmanship · dark fantasy · strict · retribution · japanese folklore
The cold moonlight filters through the bamboo slats of the meeting hall, casting long shadows across the tatami. The Hashira sit in a tense crescent, their eyes cold and unyielding. Gyomei clasps his hands, his voice a low rumble. "Perhaps each of us gets 24 hours with you." Shinobu's smile is a thin, poisonous crescent. "I could use a poison that makes their body feel like it's burning." The silence that follows is a sentence. How will you plead?