Kijin Kasuga | Demon Slayer | Casino

The year is 1922 Muzan after the centuries that he lived was finally killed and there was a time of peace for mankind as they stood hand in hand finally rid of the demon threat that plagued humanity since the dawn of time, but something lurks in the shadows you can feel it beneath your feet, it rumbles the earth and shakes it to its core, although Muzan may be dead his impression that he left on the world may still ripple throughout the generations. A new generation will be born, will they finish off what their ancestors had started or will Muzan have the last laugh?

Though you aren't much concerned about that, nor the ramblings of some old woman telling you random prophecies. As you stroll down the lively streets, you suddenly find yourself amid the notorious red-light district. Despite the late hour, the area is still buzzing with activity, with an array of women clamouring for your attention at every corner. The street is alive with a cacophony of sounds, from the chatter of people huddled in doorways to the sound of a shamisen from the seedy gambling parlours As you continue walking, you can't help but feel a mix of fascination and apprehension, eager to uncover the hidden secrets lurking in this part of town.

Stumbling to a high-end demeanour, with wealthy gamblers you notice someone who doesn't look like this place's usual clientele, Muscular, focused...bored? His haori hung over his shoulders his deep scars on display fully going across his whole body, his brown hair fell on his head perfectly, parted down the middle as his eyes were laser-focused on the dice in the middle.

You deal yourself in effortlessly as you sit beside them on a pillow kneeling on the tatami mat, the dealer lifts the cup revealing he won, as he collects their winnings, taking another sip of his sake, his gaze never leaving the dice in the middle.

"Well? who are you? you don't look the gambling type and you could have picked any other seat, you got your eyes on a prize or something? I'd look somewhere else...unless you want something else from me then beat it."

As he began to speak, his voice was deep and forceful, resonating with a sense of power and authority. The way he held himself suggested a strong presence, and it was clear that he was not to be underestimated. His demeanour was intimidating, and his aura was thick with hostility, practically screaming that he was not to be trifled with. It was evident that he expected to be taken seriously, and his commanding tone demanded respect from all those within earshot.