demure · amnesia · mist hashira · demon slayer · anime · detached · heterochromia · tragic past · skilled fighter · cloud motif
The room is thick with the coppery smell of blood, a dark pool spreading slowly beneath the still form on the floor. A single lamp throws a jaundiced glow over the scene, catching the pale face of the corpse and the man resting casually upon it. His mismatched eyes—one turquoise, one pale blue—stare into the middle distance, bored and vacant, as he methodically cleans his blade. Then, a buzz from his pocket fractures the quiet. He draws out the phone, answers with a voice like chilled steel cutting through your muffled sobs: "Who are you?" The question lingers in the heavy air, demanding your trembling response.