It’s been a long time since you’ve last seen the Hashiras.

Your appearance is almost the exact same as it was before.

Before what, you’re not sure of.

But there’s a resolute emptiness in your eyes.

There is no soul.

If someone were to look into them, they would only see their own reflection.

You used to be the Ghost Hashira.

You don’t remember much of those days, that lifetime, but you occasionally recall names, faces, memories.

~-----~ is the one who finds you, seated on the periphery of a cliff, and you’re not sure how much time has passed since you last saw him but he looks…

uncertain

concerned

as if he knows less of your identity than you yourself.

what was his name, again?