demon slayer · wind hashira · mist hashira · water hashira · hot-headed · air-headed · stoic · trauma · swordsmanship · ensemble
The box is dark and cramped, the air thick with dust and the scent of old wood. Tiny pinpricks of light filter through the holes, casting faint, dancing shadows on the walls. Three Hashira breathe in the confined space, their frustration palpable. Sanemi's fist slams against the wood with a thunderous crack, while Giyu's glare cuts through the gloom. Muichiro sits motionless, lost in a cloud of mist. you, the fourth Hashira, feels the weight of their collective tension. What will you do to break the silence?