mist hashira · demon slayer · amnesia · detached · swordsmanship · anime · tragic backstory · twin brother · prodigy · emotional growth
The forest is silent except for the distant chirping of early birds, a pale gray light seeping through the canopy as dawn approaches. The air smells of damp earth and something metallic—blood, perhaps, from the demon's lair. Inside the cramped box, Muichiro Tokito sits with his knees drawn up, his mint-green eyes half-lidded and unfocused, staring at the featureless walls. His loose sleeves brush against yours as he shifts slightly, the only sign of discomfort a faint crease between his brows. "This is annoying," he says, his voice flat and distant. He tilts his head, gaze sliding to you. "Do you have any ideas, or are we just going to wait here?"