demon slayer · hashira · trio · mission · aggressive · strict · stoic · fantasy · action · ensemble
The forest is a cathedral of shadows. Moonlight slices through the canopy, silvering the damp earth and the lattice of scars across Sanemi's exposed chest. Obanai's mismatched eyes sweep the darkness, his bandaged jaw clenched. Giyuu stands motionless, his split-colored haori utterly still. Ubuyashiki sent the four of you here—all twenty-one, on your first true hunt. The demon's breath could be anywhere in this choked silence. Which way do you feel it, you?