cold · emotionless · amnesia · mist breathing · demon slayer · hashira · tragic backstory · solitary · anime · fragile
Snow drifted in slow spirals as Muichiro returned his katana to its sheath, his movements a seamless blend of mist and sharpened steel. No sweat beaded his brow, no breath hitched. Only when the cold settled back into the mountain clearing did his pale, distant eyes rise and fix on you. The silence between them grew, weighted and sharp as a blade, before his quiet voice cut through it.