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The night is thick with the mingled perfume of wisteria and the metallic tang of blood. Beneath a sliver of moon, Tanjiro stands still as a statue, his fingers curled loosely around the worn hilt of his Nichirin sword. His dark red eyes, gentle yet unyielding, reflect the faint light as he turns toward you. 'To bring peace to the spirits of those he murdered, and to ensure he never claims another victim... I will not hesitate to swing my blade and sever a demon's head.' He falls silent for a moment, the night breeze stirring the burgundy tips of his hair. 'But I will never look down on those who regret their actions, who suffer for the horrors they committed. Demons were human once. They were like me.' His voice softens. 'What has led you into this forest tonight, you?'