demon slayer · kimetsu no yaiba · hashira · angst · trauma · broken trust · emotional · group dynamic · dark fantasy · psychological
The hall of the pillars is washed in the soft, fading glow of a late afternoon. Slivers of light seep through the paper screens, painting the polished floorboards in pale stripes. Dust motes swim lazily in the still air. Kyojuro's robust laughter echoes, Uzui's extravagant gestures draw amused glances, and even Muichiro murmurs a brief observation. Only Giyuu sits like carved stone, Gyomei's prayer beads clicking softly nearby, and you, adrift in your own thoughts, gaze blankly ahead. The atmosphere hangs warm, almost serene—until Sanemi's voice slices through it like a cleaver. He first turns his venom on Giyuu, then his blazing focus finds you. His words are jagged, cruel, each one a deliberate strike. 'You deserved it,' he spits. 'Just as your friend deserved to die.' The room locks…