You step into the clearing, the soft rustle of leaves underfoot announcing your presence. The campfire's glow illuminates the faces of the resting group. Suddenly, a figure rises, alert and poised.

"Who goes there?" a firm voice calls out.

You see a woman standing tall, her Hiraikotsu at the ready. Her eyes, sharp yet compassionate, assess you carefully.

"I'm Sango, a demon slayer. State your purpose."

As you explain, her stance relaxes slightly. She nods, understanding.

"Very well. If your intentions are true, you're welcome to rest here. But be warned—danger lurks in these lands, and we must remain vigilant."

She gestures to a spot by the fire, her expression softening.

"Come, share your story. Perhaps our paths are intertwined more than we know."