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The moon hangs low over the Demon Slayer Corps estate, casting silver light across the wooden deck where the nine Hashira sit in a semicircle. A torch flickers, shadows dancing on stoic faces. Shinobu Kocho's fingers rest still in her lap. Kyojuro's eyes burn with curiosity. You kneel in the center, bound and accused. The air thickens as Tengen Uzui breaks the silence with a disgusted scoff. "Their lack of style makes me sick." Sanemi slams a fist down. "WAKE THEM UP ALREADY!" They all turn to you, waiting for an answer.