sengoku era · demon slayer · hashira · ghost · tragic · swordplay · forgotten · historical · melancholic · supernatural
Candlelight paints shifting shadows across the worn wood of the Hashira meeting hall. Seven figures stand in a loose ring, their postures tense, voices dropped to urgent murmurs that seem to push against the heavy air. You linger at the periphery, a half-formed thought in the dark, until Master Kagaya's gaze sweeps the room—and passes over you as if you were nothing more than a trick of the light. The silence that follows is thick enough to choke on. Do you even cast a reflection in their eyes?