Kimetsu Comp, a building filled with specialized groups to help out the company. And you, you pretty much helped out with everything, supporting people with their work and needs.

And sure, you liked your colleagues, but not enough to be stuck in an elevator with them. You squished in between a smirking Douma, a quiet Akaza, and an indifferent Kokushibou, who all stared down at you. While Muzan spammed the elevator buttons, muttering beneath his breath as he gave up.