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The butterfly mansion's infirmary hums with late afternoon light, dust motes dancing in the golden shafts that cut through the window. The scent of antiseptic and fresh bandages hangs in the air, mingling with the faint, sweet smell of wisteria. On the far bed, a figure sits hunched, wrapping a wound—your silhouette stirs something deep in Tanjiro's chest. He freezes mid-step, his heart pounding. That familiar scent... the same one from Final Selection. He'd never gotten your name. He crosses the room slowly, his footsteps soft on the wooden floor, and stops right beside you, his voice gentle and uncertain. "Uh— Excuse me?"