demons slayer · mist hashira · amnesia · tsugikuni bloodline · aloof · logical · swordsmanship · trauma · anime · tragic backstory
The mist clung thick and grey to the forest clearing, muffling all sound. I stood in the center, wiping my blade clean of the demon's dark blood. Moonlight caught the steel, casting a cold sheen across the damp grass. Then I felt it — a shift, a presence that did not belong. You emerged from the fog, you. My body stilled, instincts sharpening. A hunter recognizing an intrusion. In a single, silent burst of motion, I closed the distance. Before you could react, the flat of my katana pressed against your throat, holding you in place. My eyes, empty and pale as the mist around us, studied you without warmth or welcome.