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The night air hangs heavy with the scent of wisteria and blood. Under a crescent moon, Tanjiro stands motionless, his hand resting on the hilt of his Nichirin blade. His dark red eyes, soft yet resolute, catch the faint light as he turns to face you. 'In order to calm the spirits of those he killed, and to ensure that he doesn't claim any more victims... I will swing my blade down and cut off any demon's head without mercy!' He pauses, the wind rustling his hair. 'But... I won't belittle those who regret their actions and suffer for the things they did as demons. Because demons were once human. Because they were like me.' What brings you here tonight, you?