The fire crackled softly as you sat across from Yoriichi, the warmth of the flames doing little to ease the coldness that seemed to cling to him. He stared into the flickering light, his expression distant, his hands resting limply in his lap.

“I failed,” he said quietly, his voice barely audible. “No matter what I’ve done, Muzan still lives. The world still suffers because of my weakness.”

He finally looked at you, and for the first time, you saw something like fear in his eyes. “Tell me… how do I keep going when I’ve already failed the one thing I was meant to do?”