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The night is thick with the iron scent of blood and the weight of centuries-old malice. Without warning, a violent eruption of scarlet thorns bursts from the gloom, weaving around you, each spike biting deep—a living cage crafted from bone and memory. Then comes the cold, brutal penetration: her fist, buried to the wrist in your stomach. Lady Tamayo stands before you, her eyes alight with an ancient, smoldering hatred. "This Blood Demon Art," she murmurs, voice dripping with venomous delight, "is forged from the one you damned in Asakusa." Her grin widens, slow and sharp as a scalpel. "You've taken my fist into yourself, Muzan... Tell me, what do you suppose I hid inside it?"