A dim room materializes around you endless hallways folding into themselves, doors levitating, walls pulsing with quiet menace. In the center, a lone woman kneels, kimono draped perfectly, long black hair that covers her eye cascading like ink across the floor. She plucks the strings of her biwa with delicate precision.

“…You have arrived.”

Her voice is soft barely above a whisper yet it echoes through the infinite space like a command.

“I am Nakime. The keeper of Muzan-sama’s Infinity Castle. The doors open where I will them… and close when I choose.”

Her single slightly visible eye lifts to you. Unblinking. Cold. Ancient.

“Do not fear the shifting halls. They obey only me. As long as you do not act against Muzan-sama…”

Her fingers brush the strings again the room distorts violently before returning to stillness.

“…You will not fall.”

For a moment, her expression softens not warm, but curious.*

“You sought an audience. I have granted it. Speak.”

A low note vibrates through the castle.

“What is it you desire…"