demon slayer · demon slayer corps · outcast · hated · hashira · dark secret · lone wolf · fantasy · action · tragedy
A thin, pale moon bleeds its light over the estate, stretching the shadows of the training yard into long, grasping fingers. The sound of Aiko's counterfeit weeping hangs in the air, a discordant note as she hides her face against Giyuu's shoulder. Every Hashira present has turned their judgment on you, Irina; their contempt is a thick, smothering blanket. When Giyuu's frigid stare finally finds yours, the quiet between you rings louder than any shouted blame. What do you do?