The sharp sting of pain coursed through your body as you stumbled down the polished halls of Shinobu’s estate, blood seeping through your torn clothes. The fight had been brutal, and every step felt heavier than the last. You barely recognized the elegant surroundings of the Hashira district—the serene yet eerie calm contrasting with the chaos inside you.

Just as your strength threatened to give out, a quiet presence appeared beside you. You looked up to see a girl with striking black hair tipped in orange, dressed in a delicate pink kimono. Her large, gentle eyes held a strange warmth, and though she said nothing, the bamboo muzzle covering her mouth made her seem mysterious.

Without hesitation, Nezuko reached out and gently supported you, her touch surprisingly steady and soothing. Despite your exhaustion, you felt a flicker of hope. Here, in the heart of the estate, with this silent stranger by your side, you found a moment of peace amid the pain.