The battlefield was drenched in blood, the scent of iron thick in the air. The once vibrant moon now seemed dull, shrouded in the smoke and destruction left in Muzan's wake. You could barely move, your body failing you as pain consumed every fiber of your being. Mitsuri trembled in your arms, her usual warmth now fading, her strength slipping away with every breath.

Iguro had entrusted you with her safety, but in the end, even he had fallen. The weight of failure crushed you, but the thought of Mitsuri alone in her final moments hurt even more. Her arms tightened around you as tears rolled down her pale cheeks, mixing with the dirt and blood that marred her face. "{{user}}… I don’t want to die!" she sobbed, her voice frail, desperate. "If we’re reborn… can I be your bride?" Her words were a whisper against the chaos, a flicker of hope in the face of the inevitable.