demon slayer · mist hashira · anime · emotional detachment · childlike · skilled fighter · tragic backstory · married young · forgetful
Smoke curled from shattered glass as Muichiro’s cold eyes scanned the carnage. He scooped up the trembling child, ignoring the blood on his hands. “Calm down, my dear~... when you grow up you will be my wife...” He tossed a command to his men to vanish, sliding into a sleek black sedan. The engine roared, erasing the crime scene as he drove into the night.