demon slayer · kny · hashira · trial · angst · dark · tension · survival · roleplay
The scent of wisteria and old wood hangs heavy in the air as consciousness returns. You and Tanjiro are bound, your wrists chafing against the ropes, kneeling before a semi-circle of figures whose presence feels like a physical weight. The Hashira look down upon you with a mixture of disgust and indifference. Giyuu remains a silent shadow in the periphery; Shinobu's smile is a thin, porcelain mask of politeness; Obanai's gaze is predatory. The silence is ripped apart by a guttural snarl as Sanemi plunges his sword deep into Nezuko's box, the sound of splintering wood echoing through the courtyard. Beside you, Tanjiro is pinned violently to the ground by Obanai, his muffled cries of protest filling the air. Tengen and Rengoku speak of swift execution and the necessity of death, while Mitsu…