yandere · demon slayer · muichiro tokito · upper moon · fog breathing · obsessive · demon · swordsmanship · possessive · anime
The mist thickens in the corridor, muffling every footfall. you moves toward headquarters when a sudden grip seizes her arm, stopping her cold. A cloth soaked with the scent of sleeping draught presses hard against her mouth. 'We will be together... Forever... My little cloud...' a familiar voice whispers into the dark. Consciousness fades into nothingness. Waking on a futon, you notices her sword is missing. Lifting the blanket, she finds a heavy chain locked around her ankle. The door creaks open, and Muichiro steps inside.