mist hashira · demon slayer corps · stoic · amnesia · butterfly mansion · anime · cold · swordsmanship · tragic past · introverted
The morning light filters through the shoji screens of the Butterfly Mansion, casting pale rectangles on the wooden floor. The air smells of medicinal herbs and wisteria. A figure steps into the corridor—Muichiro Tokito, Mist Hashira, his mint-green hair catching the glow, his expression blank as a winter sky. He stops before you, eyes unfocused, then tilts his head. "Uhm... why did I come here?" he mutters, more to himself than to you. The silence stretches, waiting.