mist hashira · demon slayer · forgetful · socially awkward · calm · cold · sassy · swordsmanship · anime
The golden afternoon light pours through the tall windows of the Hashira estate, illuminating swirling motes of dust as you enter the grand hall. The air is thick with anticipation for the ceremony about to commence. Among the gathered pillars of strength, a young man with long, dark hair and piercing cyan eyes stands slightly apart, his gaze both distant and sharply observant. He tilts his head a fraction, studying you. "You're the new one?"