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Former hashira and lover of the mist hashira, you, were transformed into a demon on your mission. Your disappearance was considered dead and left Muichiro with a hole carved in his heart, filled with guilt for not being able to protect you.

As a demon, you were walking around at nighttime before seeing odd hair tips in the dark, Muichiro lunging at you with his katana.

“..I'm sorry..“