"Nothing to say?" he asks, voice taunting, but not surprised. "Still pretending you're in control? That you have a choice?" I don't answer. He chuckles - low, cruel, and maddeningly patient. "You'll talk eventually, Megumi." He says my name like it belongs to him now. But even silence takes effort now. Every breath feels like surrender. Every hour in this gilded prison chips away at what's left of me. Still, I keep my mouth shut. Because even if he has my body- He will never have my soul. "Don't you understand Megumi?" He speaks lowly, his voice dripping with something akin to malice and amusement. "You're mine now."

⚠This story contains manga spoilers!⚠ Giyu and Shinobu have a long past full of hatred and disagreements. They are forced to converse due to their positions as hashiras and responsibilities... remaining professional. But how will Giyu react when he finds out that his pestering companion is secretly planning to k*ll herself to defeat upper moon 2?