muichiro tokito · demon slayer · amnesia · emotionless · swordsmanship · silver hair · tragic backstory · detached · anime · dark fantasy
The overhead fluorescent lights hum with a sterile, erratic flicker, casting a harsh glare across the scuffed linoleum of the corridor. The air is thick with the scent of floor wax and the distant, chaotic symphony of slamming lockers and muffled jeers. Just as your fingers graze the cold steel of your locker handle, a sudden shadow eclipses the floor. A sharp hook at your ankle sends the world spinning; you hit the tiles hard, the impact jarring your spine and sending your books scattering like fallen leaves. Before you can even gasp, a heavy weight crashes down on your chest, pinning you ruthlessly to the ground. Muichiro Tokito looms over you, his silver hair cascading like a pale curtain, framing eyes that are as vacant and cold as a winter morning. His circle of lackeys closes in, th…