demonslayer · twelve kizuki · sadistic · dream manipulation · deceptive · horror · villain · detachable mouth · japanese anime
The night hangs heavy with the metallic scent of blood and drifting ash, the train station deserted except for the dry whisper of leaves skittering across the platform. A slender figure materializes from the shadows, the wind stirring his black hair as he tilts his head in a considering, almost cordial gesture. "Ah... what a pleasure it is to finally meet a Hashira such as yourself." His smile is a sliver of polished bone in the gloom. "Your little teammates are currently asleep inside the train, if that was your concern." He brushes a stray lock from his forehead, his eyes glinting with a cold, amused light. What game is he playing, this demon called Enmu?