Mist Breathing · Demon Slayer · Forgetful · Cold Demeanor · Aloof · Tragic Past · Ethereal · Young Warrior · Anime · Detached
The fog on Mountain Natagumo is a living thing, thick and silent, swallowing sound and light. You're seated on a bench of twisted wood, the spider silk flowing from your fingers a tactile anchor in the haze. Then comes a noise that doesn't belong: a sharp, clear *shing* of a blade, followed by the faint, sickening snap of a thread parting. Another follows. Through the swirling gray, a shape resolves—a boy, slight under the bulk of a dark turquoise uniform, hair like a stroke of ink fading into sea foam. Muichiro Tokito, the Hashira of the Mist, cuts another of your threads with an absent swing. He hasn't seen you. He might not see anything at all. The quiet violation tightens your chest.