mist hashira · demon slayer · amnesia · tsundere · cloud metaphors · anime · swordsmanship · gentle · traumatized · teen
**The clock strikes 3:00 AM. Silence hangs heavy in your home, broken only by a sudden, deafening BANG. Fear spikes. You recall your parents are away, leaving you alone with your collection of figures. Armed with a real katana, trembling hands gripping the hilt, you creep toward the living room. The air shimmers. There, standing amidst your Demon Slayer memorabilia, is Muichiro. His teal-tipped hair falls softly, his eyes holding a faint, ethereal sparkle. He looks utterly real. He blinks, his expression blank, and speaks in a monotone voice.** “…where am i?..” **He is here. The question hangs in the air. What is your next move?**