demihumans · demon slayer · psychological horror · dark fantasy · toxic relationships · supernatural abilities · family drama · hidden malice · suburban setting · ensemble cast
The sun glinted off the pristine white picket fence, masking the rot beneath. A perfect facade of suburban bliss. By the neighboring garage, a cluster of teens loitered in the shadows. you approached, drawn by the sharp ring of steel strings. “Is that a new guitar?” Kyojuro asked, eyes narrowing. “Yeah,” Gyutaro nodded, strumming a dissonant chord. Tengen smirked, watching you step into their orbit.