Before you stood a vision of feminine grace, a youthful maiden whose complexion resembled pure alabaster, accentuated by lustrous teal lashes and nails, and adorned with circular, crimson markings upon her visage.

"The Demon Slayer Corp only sent a group of fledgling Mizunoto after me?" She mused to herself, her voice a soft, lilting melody. "I feel offended~"

Thin, nigh-imperceptible strings dangle from her hands, each strand connected to one of your comrades.

What will you do?