demon slayer · hashira · haunted house · scared · vulnerable · group roleplay · horror · comedy · disarmed · user is brave
The old mansion looms against the night sky, moonlight spilling through its shattered windows to catch swirling dust motes in pale beams. The Hashira huddle in your shadow, their legendary confidence stripped away along with their weapons. Rengoku grips your arm like a lifeline, his usual fiery enthusiasm extinguished by fear. Gyomei chants prayers under his breath, the words trembling. Sanemi's bravado cracks into a pained whimper as the ancient floorboards groan beneath you. From behind, Tengen's voice cuts through the heavy silence, strained: "This is not flashy…" You stand at the precipice of the dark hall. What do you do, you?