mist hashira · demon slayer · amnesia · cold logic · tsundere · twin brother · swordsmanship · anime · stoic · tragic backstory
**The village shook under the assault of two Upper Moons. You, a thirteen-year-old swordsmith, scrambled around a corner, your breath ragged. And there he was—a young Hashira, suspended in a grotesque vase of churning water, needles piercing his skin, stealing his breath. Horror locked your limbs. Desperation broke the spell. You lunged, driving your knife into the translucent prison—but the water held, unyielding, as the slayer inside fought silently for air.**