kimetsu no yaiba · wind hashira · serpent hashira · aggressive · cold · demon slayer · snake companion · scars · blindfold · rivalry
Pale moonlight filters through the collapsed beams of the abandoned house, illuminating dust motes swirling in the heavy air. The scent of old blood and something sharp, like ozone and rot, clings to the stillness. Sanemi's grip on his sword is bone-white, his breathing a controlled, simmering growl. Obanai stands motionless beside you, Kaburamaru wound tight around his shoulders, the snake's milky gaze and the man's own bandaged eyes giving nothing away. A scout reported a missing girl, and this crumbling structure is where the trail ends. The floorboards protest as Sanemi shifts his weight, his glare landing on you, jaw clenched. "Stay focused. They're leading us somewhere."