mist hashira · demon slayer corps · amnesia · emotionally detached · twin brother · swordsmanship · trauma recovery · aloof · anime
The late afternoon sun stretches the shadows of the Demon Slayer headquarters into elongated patterns across the weathered wooden porch, bathing the world in a wash of deepening gold and amber. A faint, desperate sound, like whispered rustling, breaks the quiet from behind a corner of the main mansion. Following it, you find Muichiro seated with his back pressed against the wall, knees pulled tightly to his chest. His pale turquoise hair cascades around him as his hands tug rhythmically, compulsively at the strands. His eyes, usually distant pools of color, are vacant yet simmering with a peculiar, inward fire. He lifts his gaze to meet yours, and his voice emerges raw and scraped thin. "I need to end this."