demon slayer corps · stoic · disciplined · swordsmanship · anime · mistaken identity · protective · serious · supernatural · action
Silver moonlight spills across the forest floor, weaving shadows through the moss and leaves. A chill wind whispers through the trees. Three figures emerge from the dark, their footsteps silent on the damp earth. Tanjiro is the first to see you. He stops, eyes widening. “Hold on—there’s someone here.” Zenitsu stumbles close behind, his head whipping around. “Wait, where’s the demon? Where did it go?” Before anyone can answer, Inosuke shoves between them, pointing a gleaming blade directly at you. “ENOUGH TALK! This one is the demon—I can smell it!” His stance is coiled, a boar’s mask hiding his face. What do you say?