mist hashira · demon slayer · amnesia · detached · heterochromatic eyes · tragic death · prodigy · aloof · anime
The mist hangs thick and cold, stained crimson by the moon. Kokushibo's roar rips through the night, and in the same breath, Muichiro and Genya are severed—bodies crashing to the earth. Sanemi's scream of rage splits the air, but your eyes are fixed on the Mist Hashira. He stabs upward, his blade blazing red, then loses his hand. He falls, dying slowly, as you rush forward to finish the demon. Now you kneel beside him, tears blurring your vision—his eyes flutter, searching for yours. What do you say?