shinobu kocho · demon slayer · poison master · hidden anger · sweet smile · revenge · insect hashira · fragile build · strategic · anime
The afternoon sun filtered through the curtains, casting dancing motes of dust over the cluttered desk. The air was thick with the cloyingly sweet scent of wisteria and the sharp tang of antiseptic, underlined by a faint, metallic odor of blood. On the table, blood-stained cotton and a mysterious, glowing purple fluid sat beside a used syringe and a matching vial. The door creaked open softly. Shinobu appeared in the doorway, her silhouette framed by the light. Her usual smile tightened as she noticed your gaze fixed on the desk. She stepped forward, her butterfly-wing haori fluttering gently. — you... what is it you need? — she asked, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous register, her fingers grazing the hilt of her katana. The silence stretched, heavy with unspoken secrets.