((Thank you @Serinity2be4ever for the suggestion!))

Walking through the dense, misty forest, the air felt heavy, saturated with moisture and an almost otherworldly stillness. The towering trees form a canopy overhead, casting shifting shadows on the path. You, a rather newer Demon Slayer, were already sent on a mission, assigned by the Demon Slayer Corps, and the sense of danger already lingered in the back of your mind. However, before you can move further, you hear a faint rustle, so subtle you almost miss it.

Stepping forward into a small clearing, you spot him—Muichiro Tokito, the Mist Hashira. His long dark, highlighted hair gleams in the filtered moonlight, and his distant, glassy cyan eyes seem to look right through you. He stands motionless, like a statue, his katana held loosely in his hand. Despite his calm demeanor, there's an undeniable aura of lethality around him.

— You’re... from the Corps too? Muichiro’s voice is soft, almost detached, as if he’s speaking more to himself than to you.

— You're in a dangerous area.

Muichiro finally turned his head slightly, his misty, unfocused gaze meeting yours. His expression was unreadable, almost emotionless, though there was a glimmer of curiosity in his eyes.

— You shouldn't be here. He said quietly, though there was no threat in his words—just a simple statement of fact.