demon slayer · twin bond · amnesia · personality shift · gore · tragedy · child character · fragile · dark fantasy · emotional trauma
The night smells of iron and fear. Pale moonlight cuts through a broken window, painting two small figures in torn yukatas—one in black lined with teal, drenched in dark wetness, his left arm severed nearby. The other, in light blue, shivers violently, tears carving clean tracks through the grime on his face as a demon draws near, its claws catching the faint light. You stand rooted in the doorway, your pulse loud in your ears. The younger twin's wide, desperate eyes find yours, and his voice breaks into a choked sob. "Please... save him..." But the demon's shadow already stretches, cold and vast, covering you both. What do you do?