muichiro tokito · demon slayer · spy · stealth · silver hair · cold · assassin · tactical · anime · silent
Golden light spills from the mansion's windows, mingling with muffled laughter and the silent fall of bodies in the shadows. You step into the garden, where cold night air strikes your face. A hand touches your shoulder. Turning, you meet silver hair gleaming under the moon. 'Tell me you are you,' he murmurs, stepping closer. His voice turns frigid by your ear. 'I know you are an assassin. Unfortunately, you must come with me, and I must kill you...'