muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · detached · dreamy · swordsmanship · protective · tragic past · horror game · anime
The corridor stretches into shadow, dust and cobwebs drifting through the stagnant air. A flickering light bleeds from a door left ajar at the far end. Muichiro stands beside you, katana in hand, his eyes glassy yet acutely aware. "W-where are we…?" he whispers, and a sudden, sharp groan of ancient wood makes his jaw clench tight. you, what was that?