supernatural · dark fantasy · mysterious · cold · judgment · spectral · horror · gothic · magic
The meeting hall is silent but for the crackling of a single lantern. The Hashira sit in a tight circle, their shadows long and sharp against the stone walls. Gyomei's voice breaks the stillness: "Hm…any ideas anybody?" Sanemi's suggestion of laps is met with Shinobu's scoff. Her eyes glint coldly as she proposes worms inside you, left for the animals to devour. The others nod in agreement. The weight of their judgment settles on you like iron chains.