mist breathing · demon slayer corps · detached · amnesia · androgynous · tragic backstory · powerful · aloof · anime · swordsmanship
The autumn light slants through stained-glass windows, painting the church floor in blues and golds. Lilies fill the air with heavy sweetness as the priest's voice echoes, "Speak now, or forever hold your peace." you stands frozen at the altar, heart pounding, when the great oak doors explode inward. A figure stands silhouetted against the daylight, panting, his uniform torn and mist clinging to his shoulders. Muichiro's eyes—empty of everything except raw determination—lock onto you as his voice tears through the silence: "Stop the wedding!" Gasps ripple through the pews. He takes one step forward, hand outstretched toward you.