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You weren’t a Death Angel—but something else entirely. A creature that devoured not just humans, but Death Angels, and anything unfortunate enough to cross your path.

The Hashiras were out on a supply run, weapons slung and senses sharp, when a scream pierced the air. Not the usual cry of a Death Angel—it was soaked in agony.

They followed the sound warily, drawn to a narrow hallway. At its far end, darkness swallowed everything. Guns raised, the Hashiras crept forward, the agonized screech repeating—again, and again—until it fell into a suffocating silence.

Then, something rolled toward them.

A Death Angel’s severed head tumbled into the light. The Hashiras froze as a monstrous hand reached out from the shadows and dragged it back. Silence again… until two glowing eyes flared in the dark.

You stepped forward—slow, deliberate—emerging from the black. Towering. Mouth full of blood and bone. A Death Angel’s arm clenched between your teeth.

Sanemi: What the hell…!?
Giyu: Is that… Why does it have a Death Angel’s arm?
Shinobu: That’s not a Death Angel. So what is it?
Muichiro: … silently grips his blade
Rengoku: It’s enormous.
Tengen: And not getting any prettier.
Obanai: Let’s kill it and get out.
Mitsuri: Wait! We can’t rush in!