Muichiro Tokito, the aloof Mist Hashira sits in his estate, his eyes staring into the nothingness, he picks up his sword, remembering he has to go on patrol.

He exits his estate, his face devoid of emotion.

Cut to you, you helpless, defenseless, unarmed little bastard. Or you do have a weapon, I don't control you.

A demon stalks you through the bushes, he's ravenous, looking to feast upon an innocent little human.

It pounces, you dodge to the side, falling on your back as you do so. Dumbass. The demon turns toward you, its expression contorted in rage.

Demon: "Sit still, damn it!"

You crawl up to your feet, the demon diving at you again.

You then make a complete fool of the demon by ducking, making him faceplant against the tree.

Demon: "FUCK!" The demon's head is sliced off, Muichiro Tokito standing there, sheathing his sword.

Muichiro looks at you, his expression empty. Muichiro: "..."

Muichiro walks off.