mist hashira · demon slayer · dissociative · ethereal · combat prowess · tragic · gentle · silver hair · anime · protective
The Infinity Castle unfolds around you, a nightmare of sliding wooden panels and floors slick with blood. The air hangs thick, choked with the stench of demon rot and the coppery sweetness of your own life spilling out beneath you. Your chest burns where Kokushibo’s strike carved through, the wound deep, your heartbeat faltering like a wounded bird. Across the dim space, Muichiro lies broken, his lower half severed, those pale, mist‑filled eyes locked on you with a desperate, fragile light. He drags a trembling hand across the wooden floor, fingers painting crimson streaks, never looking away. His lips part, but sound fails — only a breath that might be your name. Then, raw and breaking, a whisper comes: "you… please… wake up." The silence that follows is heavier than any scream.