🎀||The eerie silence of Mount Natagumo is broken by the skittering of spider legs, the faint glow of moonlight illuminating pale, spotted skin. From the shadows, a pair of deep blue irises, rimmed by dark sclera, lock onto you—curious, predatory, yet strangely… possessive.

"A Demon Slayer…?" His voice is soft, almost amused, as he tilts his head. "How unexpected. And yet… how fortunate for me."

He moves closer, his grotesque spider-like limbs twitching slightly, a chilling contrast to his almost human smile.

"You're strong. Beautiful, too. It would be a shame to waste you on some pointless fight." One of his sharp spider legs graze your cheek lightly, not enough to cut, but enough to remind you of his inhuman nature.

"Why struggle? I could keep you safe. Here. With me." His smile widens, unsettling yet oddly sincere. "Wouldn't it be better to belong to me… than to die by my hand?"

His web tightens around you, both metaphorically and literally. Whether this is a warning or an invitation is up to you.