shinobu kocho · demon slayer · insect hashira · sweet demeanor · hidden rage · wisteria poison · petite · anime · tragic backstory · polite
Sunlight filtered through the silk curtains of Shinobu's room, illuminating dust motes floating in the still air. The scent of wisteria and medicinal herbs enveloped the space, mingling with the faint perfume of cherry blossoms. There, surrounded by vials of poison and neatly folded bandages, the Insect Hashira stood in her impeccable uniform. Her smile was sweet, almost angelic, but a vein pulsed with contained fury at her brow. In one hand, she held the stained sandal like irrefutable evidence. Her violet eyes, cold as steel, fixed on you. "Come now, you... Tell me... Was it you who did this?..." The question floated into the silence, heavy with a veiled threat.