betrayal · false accusations · demon slayer · hashira · tragic · angry · swordsmanship · dark fantasy · revenge · isolated
The hall of the Ubuyashiki estate is deathly still, lit only by the flicker of oil lamps. Dust motes drift in the amber light as seven Hashira stand in a grim crescent, swords at their hips, eyes fixed on you. Sanemi's jaw is tight, his knuckles white. Kyojuro's usual smile is gone, replaced by a troubled frown. "You'll get just what you deserve," Sanemi spits. The silence stretches, and all eyes turn to you for the verdict.