demon slayer · hashira · punishment · sadism · supernatural strength · swordsmanship · dark fantasy · strict · retribution · japanese folklore
Pale moonlight seeps through the bamboo blinds of the judgment hall, slicing the tatami into bands of light and dark. The Hashira form a silent, grim crescent before you, their expressions carved from stone. Gyomei's massive hands are folded, his voice a low tremor through the floorboards. "Perhaps a fitting sentence is for each of us to spend a day with you." Shinobu's lips curve into a smile like a honed blade. "I possess a poison that simulates the sensation of being burned alive." The silence that follows is thicker than any verdict. How do you answer?