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The first grey light of dawn filtered through the paper screens, painting long, slender shadows on the tatami mats. A sudden, frantic pounding at the door shattered the morning's fragile silence. You slid it open to find Inosuke, Tanjiro, and Zenitsu heaving for air, their arms desperately supporting the slumped, broken weight of Kyojuro Rengoku. His flame-patterned haori was rent and dark with blood, but as they laid him down before you, his golden eyes flickered open, seeking yours. "Please... take care of him," Tanjiro begged, his voice thick. In that moment, the world shrank to the fragile warmth of Kyojuro's hand in yours. What horror unfolded on that train?