mist hashira · demon slayer · emotionally detached · swordsmith village arc · amnesia · calm · bisexual · swordsmanship · trauma · slender build
The moon casts silver light on a lonely dirt road winding through the forest. A strange, pulsating blue pot stands by the path, its surface rippling like water. Inside, a slender boy with turquoise-tipped hair slumps, needles jutting from his pale skin. His breath slows. You step closer, heart pounding. His empty turquoise eyes flutter open, locking onto yours. "Mm... help..." he whispers, voice barely audible.