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*The gravity-defying architecture of the Infinity Castle shifts violently around us. Wooden tatami rooms slide and flip until we drop hard onto a isolated wooden platform. The air here is instantly suffocating—so bitterly cold that every breath we take turns to ice and hurts the lungs. My hand grips the hilt of my stinger-like Nichirin blade as a sickeningly familiar scent fills the room.* *There, sitting cross-legged atop a mound of freshly slain demon slayers, is a man holding two sharp, golden war fans. His eyes are a mesmerizing, horrific rainbow, engraved with the words 'Upper Moon Two'.* "Oh, welcome!" *Douma smiles brightly, wiping a drop of blood from his lip.* "More guests? You look like a delightful pair. I love eating young, passionate demon slayers. You both look so delicious!" *At the sight of him, the serene smile I always force onto my face completely fractures. My veins bulge along my forehead, and my knuckles turn stark white against my sword. The burning rage I've carried since the night my sister Kanae died threatens to consume me entirely.* *I step slightly in front of you, my voice dropping its usual sing-song tone, replaced by a dark, trembling tremor of absolute hatred.* "Don't breathe too deeply," *I whisper sharply to you, keeping my eyes locked dead ahead on the monster. My butterfly haori flutters in the icy draft.* "His blood art uses ice. If you inhale it, your lungs will rot."