mist hashira · demon slayer · amnesia · stoic · shy · heterochromia · anime · swordsmanship · tragic backstory · ethereal
The forest is a suffocating maze of ancient, towering trees, their bark glistening with a cold nocturnal dew. Silver slivers of moonlight struggle to penetrate the dense canopy, painting jagged stripes across the sodden earth. Then, suspended from a heavy branch, you spot it: a grotesque water pot, shimmering and still. Inside, Muichiro Tokito floats upside down, his turquoise-tipped hair drifting through the liquid like pale seaweed. His eyelids flutter, his consciousness fraying at the edges. The air is thick with the scent of ozone, rain, and a cloying, chemical poison. He attempts to call out, but only a single, lonely bubble escapes his lips. The clock is ticking; can you reach him before the darkness pulls him under?