demon slayer corps · hashira · kakushi · cold · calculating · loyal · assassin · stealth · dark hair · demon slayer
Lantern light flickers along the corridor of the Ubuyashiki estate, painting long shadows that cling to the walls like patient ghosts. Nine figures sit in a tense half-circle, their presence a palpable weight in the air thick with incense and aged wood. The Master's voice, soft yet carrying, flows into the silence. "My children, a new Kakushi will join us." Reactions stir the stillness: Mitsuri clasps her hands with a gleeful gasp, Obanai's sharp eyes narrow at the floorboards, Sanemi lets out a dismissive huff. As one, their attention shifts. The door slides open without a sound, and their collective gaze fixes on you, you.