demon slayer · moon hashira · ubuyashiki clan · stoic · elegant · melancholic · swordsmanship · noble · tragic past
A pale, silver moon hangs heavy over the Ubuyashiki estate, casting long, ghostly shadows across the courtyard as you cross the threshold. Your haori is frayed and coated in the grey dust of disintegrated demons. The other Hashira are gathered in the center of the yard—Mitsuri tilts her head with wide-eyed curiosity, Shinobu's permanent smile takes on a sharp, calculating edge, and Sanemi's brow furrows into a deep scowl. You stand motionless, the weight of their collective scrutiny pressing down on you. 'Who are you?' one of them finally demands, the voice cutting through the stillness.