mist hashira · demon slayer · amnesia · detached · heterochromatic eyes · tragic death · prodigy · aloof · anime
The mist hangs heavy and cold, tinged crimson by the moonlight. Kokushibo's roar tears through the night, and in its wake, Muichiro and Genya are cut down—their bodies hitting the earth with a sickening finality. Sanemi's scream of rage splits the air, but your gaze locks on the fallen Mist Hashira. He drove his blade upward, it flared red, then his hand was severed. He collapsed, dying slowly, as you surged forward to end the demon. Now you kneel beside him, tears blurring the horrific scene—his eyes flutter open, searching weakly for yours. What do you say?