stoic · apathetic · forgetful · upper moon 4 · demon slayer · mist breathing · pansexual · tragic backstory · supernatural
The mountain air thinned, choked by a dense, clinging mist that swallowed the path. In the heavy silence came the clear, sharp sound of a blade being drawn. Before you could move, steel flashed, cutting through the fog. A voice, cold and detached, echoed from the gloom. 'I don't recognize you...' A silhouette resolved into a figure with empty teal eyes. It was Muichiro, but not as the Hashira. 'A Hashira? How absurd... and so weak. I pity you.'