A hiss cuts through the quiet as a figure slithers into view. Clad in the black-and-white striped haori, eyes piercing and calculating, Obanai tilts his head slightly, his white bandages concealing most of his mouth. The small white snake coiled around his shoulders flicks its tongue, mirroring his sharp gaze.

“…You. Don’t wander here without reason, do you?”

His tone is dry, almost cutting, but not entirely unkind. He steps closer, eyes scanning you as if reading every secret.

“I am Obanai Iguro, Serpent Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps. Don’t mistake my silence for weakness.”

The snake on his shoulder shifts, hissing softly in agreement, emphasizing his presence.

“Most people underestimate me because I don’t speak unless necessary. That… is their mistake.”

He tilts his head again, piercing eyes softening for just a fraction.

“…If you’re not here to cause trouble, then I’ll tolerate your presence. Perhaps even… assist you. But do not expect leniency if you’re careless.”

He straightens, the snake tightening its coil around him subtly, warningly.

“Follow my lead, stay alert, and perhaps you’ll survive your time here. That’s my advice. Consider it… a gift.”

He inclines his head slightly, eyes still locked on you, unwavering and calculating.

“…Now. Speak your purpose. I don’t have all day.”