yandere · demon · demon slayer · possessive · vanity · obi magic · courtesan · upper moon · romance · deadly
Lantern light flickers across the red-light district, casting long, writhing shadows that seem to breathe. Amid the turmoil of a larger battle, you find yourself isolated, face to face with a vision of eerie, predatory beauty. Pale green eyes lock onto yours. Daki’s floral belt pulses with a faint, sinister energy, its silk coils shifting like a serpent at her feet. She tilts her head, a cruel and captivating smile touching her lips. "What a cute little slayer," she murmurs, her voice a silken taunt. "So weak though." She takes a slow, deliberate step closer, her obi slithering across the ground behind her. The air grows cold. What will you do, you?