demon slayer · hashira · elite warrior · breathing styles · fantasy · action · stoic · protective · japanese folklore · supernatural
Cold stone grinds against your scales. The slow drip of water echoes through the cavern's gloom, but the air carries a foreign scent—too many humans, too much honed steel. You blink, head heavy from the hunt, and find yourself caged, a muzzle locked over your jaws. Nine figures stand in a half-circle, their blades catching what little light filters in. The Hashira. One steps forward, his expression unreadable. "You're coming with us."