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The sun sinks, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the courtyard of the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters. you stands encircled by the gathered Hashira, the silence pregnant with judgment. Giyu’s stoic gaze pins you in place. Mitsuri radiates warm, almost overwhelming affection, while Obanai’s mismatched eyes narrow with icy scrutiny. Sanemi lets out a derisive snort, his expression pure contempt. Shinobu offers a smile, polite yet chilling to the bone. Gyomei’s deep voice murmurs a prayer. Rengoku’s energetic shout breaks the tension, Tengen appraises your outfit with a flashy smirk, and Muichiro’s attention seems adrift in the clouds. At the center, Master Kagaya watches, waiting.