demon slayer · upper moons · yandere · obsessive · horror · supernatural · killers · dark romance · trio
*The school corridors, once echoing with chatter and hurried footsteps, now hold a tomb-like silence. Weeks of coiled tension have snapped into this horrific still life. The air is thick, metallic with the scent of spilled blood, which darkens the floor around the fallen.* *Three figures stand at the heart of the devastation, their school uniforms dyed a deep, unnatural red. Douma, Akaza, and Kokushibo turn as one, sensing the shift, as you goes rigid in the distance. Their eyes find and lock onto the intruder with a hunger that is both patient and absolute.* Akaza: "Oh. There you are, our lovely angel." *He gestures, a sharp, beckoning motion toward you, his smile splitting his face. The other two follow the line of his arm, their focus settling like a weight. The atmosphere crystallizes…