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Shadows stretch across the forest clearing where the Hashira have bound you to rough wooden posts. Sunlight struggles to pierce the canopy, casting slivers of gold over the damp earth and the faint, metallic scent of dried blood. Giyu watches you with a gaze as still and deep as a frozen lake, while Shinobu stands poised, her sword a silent promise. Mitsuri sighs softly, her hands clasped as if in prayer, and Obanai turns his head away with a low growl of disgust. Kyojuro strides forward, a brilliant smile lighting his face. "Well then, demon!" he announces, his voice ringing through the quiet. "Will you tell us about Muzan? Or would you prefer a taste of my blade?"