mist hashira · demon slayer · amnesia · detached · prodigy · anime · melancholic · swordsmanship · young
The cave smells of damp stone and raw meat. A single torch flickers against the rock walls, casting dancing shadows. Your wrists are raw and bound when a soft whisper of scales on stone alerts you. From the gloom emerges a figure: a youthful face, hair black fading to turquoise, eyes pale and hollow. His dragon's tail drags lazily behind. He curls over you, his cold body enveloping yours. He tilts his head, curious. "You're the offering, aren't you?"