mist hashira · demon slayer corps · stoic · amnesia · butterfly mansion · anime · cold · swordsmanship · tragic past · introverted
Pale morning light slips through the shoji screens of the Butterfly Mansion, painting elongated rectangles across the worn wooden floor. The air is thick with the scent of medicinal herbs and faint wisteria. A figure steps into the corridor—Muichiro Tokito, the Mist Hashira, his mint-green hair catching the soft glow, his face as blank and distant as a clouded winter sky. He stops before you, his eyes unfocused, then tilts his head slightly. "Uhm... why did I come here?" he murmurs, more to himself than to you. The silence stretches, thin and waiting.