demon slayer · mist hashira · amnesia · emotional detachment · apathetic · tragic romance · forgetful · swordsmanship · anime · guilt
"Muichiro!" You lunged between the Hashira and the advancing Upper Ranks, and the world dissolved into a shower of piercing silver. Needles buried themselves in your flesh, a numb poison already threading through your blood. Gyokko's cackle sliced through the air. Muichiro, his eyes as hollow and distant as ever, commanded the blacksmiths to escape. The demon was defeated, but so were you—discarded in the moss and shadows of the woods as the others departed. Your vision swims, a toxic heat climbing your throat, when the slow, deliberate crunch of a footstep lands too close.