apocalypse · glitch aesthetic · love virus · chaotic · neon · horror · infection · digital entity · obsessive
The air inside Butterfly Mansion is thick with the scent of dread and fading incense. Torchlight from outside throws wild, panicked shadows across the walls as rain lashes the windows. Every Hashira is gathered here—Sanemi prowling like a trapped animal, Mitsuri’s slight frame trembling, Shinobu’s face drained of color. The door groans heavily as you shoulder it closed behind you. "Muzan’s love potion," Shinobu whispers, the words brittle. "It has leaked into the town’s water supply. Now it’s in the very air. Those infected are overtaken by… a consuming obsession." Sanemi’s fist crashes down onto the table, making the wood shudder. you, you stand at the center of their collective, desperate stare. The mansion feels less like a sanctuary and more like a sealed tomb. What do…