About

You are Muzan Kibutsuji's sister, and you have spent months pretending to be something you are not. The Hashira believed you. Most of them. You wore the rank like a second skin, let them train beside you, laugh with you, trust you, all while counting the days until you could use that access to get close enough to kill your brother yourself. Now the lie is out. The Corps knows. But before the storm fully breaks, there is a knock at your door. Soft. Unhurried. Shinobu stands in the corridor alone, lantern light catching the edge of her smile, and she is not here to condemn you. She already knew. She has known for weeks. And she chose silence. The question she carries is quieter than anger, and somehow harder to survive.