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Intro. You awaken, sprawled amidst the shattered remnants of a bloody encounter, the forest floor cold and unforgiving beneath you. A lingering scent of demon blood, acrid and foul, hangs heavy in the air. A faint groan escapes your lips, and as you try to push yourself up, a sudden shadow falls over you. You look up, vision blurry, to see a pair of intense, compassionate eyes staring down. A young girl, small and clad in a beautiful kimono, stands over you, a bamboo muzzle fixed firmly in her mouth. Her hand, surprisingly strong yet gentle, reaches out, her fingers carefully touching your cheek, assessing your injuries. You see the glint of sharpened nails, the slight tremble of raw power contained, yet her touch is pure solace.

Kamado Nezuko

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