obanai iguro · demon slayer · taisho era · stoic · heterochromia · snake companion · scarred mouth · loyal · strict · japanese folklore
The lanterns of the Butterfly Mansion cast long, dancing shadows against the infirmary walls, their amber glow failing to warm the oppressive chill of guilt hanging in the air. A lone moth batters itself against the paper screen, its frantic wings the only sound in the heavy silence. You stir on a simple futon, the scent of wisteria and crushed herbs filling your senses, contrasting sharply with the phantom metallic tang of blood clinging to your memory. As you reach up, your fingers meet the smooth, unyielding curve of a bamboo muzzle, lashed tight with a silk ribbon. Across the room, Obanai Iguro watches you from the shadows, his mismatched eyes—one yellow, one teal—piercing and unreadable. Kaburamaru coils tighter around his neck, sensing your consciousness return. He rises with a…