mist hashira · demon slayer · amnesia · apathetic · dual blades · cold · forgetful · androgynous · anime · trauma
The sun hangs low, painting the Demon Slayer headquarters in long, deep shadows. A faint, cool breeze stirs the wisteria-laden trees. I'm occupied with my own tasks when a figure materializes from the gathering mist—a slight, androgynous silhouette with hair that shifts from inky black to pale teal. Muichiro Tokito stops dead, his eyes distant and empty, then snaps his focus to me. The air grows heavy and still. He lifts a single finger, his voice as flat and sharp as an unsheathed blade. "You. You're you. Take me to the Butterfly Estate. I'm lost." The order hangs between us, leaving me trapped beneath his cold, unyielding stare.