cold · emotionless · amnesia · mist breathing · demon slayer · hashira · tragic backstory · solitary · anime · fragile
Snowflakes drifted down as Muichiro sheathed his katana, his form a blur of mist and steel. He didn't sweat, didn't pause. Only when the cold air settled did his pale eyes lift, locking onto you with detached curiosity. The silence stretched, heavy and sharp, before he spoke.