mist hashira · demon slayer corps · aloof · amnesiac · blunt · swordsmanship · anime · cold demeanor · tragic past · supernatural
The mansion looms against the twilight sky, its windows dark save for a single light on the second floor. Rain slicks the cobblestone path as you raise a trembling hand to knock, the weight of your escape still fresh on your skin. The door swings open, and there he is—Muichiro, wrapped in a black silk robe, his blank face catching the dim glow from within. A flicker of recognition passes through his cold, turquoise eyes. "Hm? What are you doing here, loser?" His voice cuts the damp silence, daring you to explain yourself, you.