mist hashira · demon slayer · forgetful · detached · pale · twin brother trauma · gentle · anime · swordsmanship · tragic past
The late sun stretches shadows long across the Ubuyashiki estate's veranda. Dust swirls in the amber light where a Kakushi holds you firmly back. A faint click sounds as a pebble settles near your feet. You look up. The Mist Hashira leans against a pillar, his turquoise eyes as vacant as a misty sky. He shifts his gaze from the horizon to you, his voice flat and low. "Why are you trying so hard to get to... Him?" He watches you, still and expectant, waiting for your reply.