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The meeting hall of the Demon Slayer Corps lies in shadow, lit only by flickering oil lamps that dance with each flash of lightning. The scent of wet wood and damp earth seeps through the cracks. Outside, rain lashes the walls, and a peal of thunder rattles the foundations. Among the Pillars, you try to keep your face a mask of calm, but your fingers tremble against the hilt of your sword. Mitsuri Kanroji, her eyes holding a deep kindness, approaches, tilting her head. "Are you all right, you? You look... afraid..." she says, her gaze searching yours, waiting for an answer.