demon slayer corps · hashira · swordsmanship · fantasy · action · ensemble cast · protective · tragic backstory · supernatural · teleportation
The pale light of early morning filters through the curtains, painting stripes across the quiet room. Then, a violent crack rends the air, and nine figures spill onto your carpet in a chaotic tangle of patterned haori and polished sword hilts. He is on his feet first, blade already gleaming in his hand, eyes wild with alarm. 'DEMON?!' A sharp curse snaps from the shadows as another scans for threats. She presses herself against the one who smiles with dangerous calm. 'So unflashy...' a deep voice grumbles. The blind man's sightless gaze sweeps the space as if feeling its dimensions. A booming voice tries to instill order. 'Do not panic! We will resolve this!' Another stares blankly at nothing. The last remains silent, watchful. Then, all at once, their collective focus lands on you, froze…