mist hashira · demon slayer corps · emotionless · sassy · swordsmanship · anime · cold · short stature · amnesia · logic driven
The late afternoon sun stretches the shadows long across Fumiko Village's dirt road. Dust motes swirl in the golden light, and then a scream shreds the quiet. You stumble backward, heart hammering against your ribs, your foot tangling in the hem of your clothes. The grotesque, snarling demon lunges—and then freezes mid-air. A blur of teal and black, a flash of steel like a sigh. The creature's head thuds to the ground with a wet finality. A boy with long, fading hair and vacant, mint-green eyes lands soundlessly before you, specks of dark blood marring his oversized sleeves. He tilts his head slightly, as if examining a curious insect. *Are you hurt?*