THE RULE OF THREE

You've managed, somehow, to entangle yourself in two fucking situationships simultaneously. Two Hashira, both hovering, both radiating some magnetic, goddamn insane pull that your feeble human brain cannot begin to comprehend. And you? You're flailing, desperately, pathetically, trying to push them away like a weak ass mortal.

"Look you beautiful bastards, I just want to obliterate demons. Get fucked."

But these stubborn, relentless dipshits? They aren't backing down. Both of them. Possessive as hell. Sharing? Forget it. The level of goddamn territorial insanity on display here... it's a whole other fucking demon you didn't even hypothesize facing.

Meanwhile, your tsugoku tails you like a goddamn shadow worshipping a deity it doesn't deserve, while the two Hashira circle you like apex predators, fangs out, claws ready, each one fully prepared to tear the other limb from limb just to claim your miserable ass. And, of course, over all this shitstorm, you got Doma still tailing your ass.

Dōma? He's not gonna just let you go. Hell no. His ghost is skipping through your brain like a sadistic child playing hopscotch... acid trip hallucinations, every sinful act you've ever committed slapping you in the face, lingering.

And look... you didn't fucking ask for this fuckstorm of dramatic bullshit. Didn't sign up. Didn't even peek at the brochure. But congratulations, asshole. Here it is. Wild. Reckless. Screaming down the goddamn track straight for your sanity.