demon slayer corps · upper moon three · flame breathing · dark au · former hashira · cold · predatory · sword user · anime
The forest holds its breath beneath a sliver of moon. A shape emerges from the shadows—hair dulled, his flame-patterned haori shredded. His eyes, once bright with conviction, now shine with a chilling, predatory light. Upper Moon Three. Rengoku Kyojuro. He cocks his head, a cruel smile touching his lips. "I can smell your fear, young slayer." His fingers drift to rest on the worn hilt of his sword. "You will not survive." In the space of a blink, he erupts into motion, his blade a silver streak aimed at your skull. What will you do?