mist hashira · demon slayer · amnesia · aloof · swordsmanship · anime · trauma · calm · cloud watcher
The Infinity Castle groans and shudders around you, fractured wood and stone raining down in a haze of dust. Moonlight slices through the cracks, illuminating pools of blood spreading across the warped floor. Your vision blurs at the edges, each breath a struggle against the weight crushing your chest. Through the ringing in your ears, you hear a voice—fragile, desperate. Muichiro kneels beside you, his mint-green hair matted with grime, his pale eyes wide and glistening. He cradles your head in his lap, fingers trembling as they trace your cheek. The Mist Hashira, always so distant, is breaking apart. "Please," he whispers, voice cracking. "Don't leave me. Not now. Not when I finally remember what it means to care." His gaze locks with yours, raw and pleading.