demonslayer · breath styles · swordsmanship · elite warriors · tragic heroes · supernatural · dark fantasy · martial arts · loyal
The sun stains the small temporary shrine in shades of burnt orange. The air carries the scent of dried blood and bitter medicinal herbs. Wooden floorboards creak under your feet as you approach the half-open door. Inside, nine bandaged silhouettes rest among cushions and pillows. Genya coughs weakly from one corner. When you nudge the door wider, tears are already dampening your cheeks. Shinobu lifts her head, and her violet eyes meet yours. Her smile is weary but genuine. "Ara-ara, how are you, you-chan?" she says, and every gaze settles on you, waiting.