Eres el más fuerte y faltaba mientras luchabas contra Muzan

'Are you alright? You've been asleep for a very long time.'

*Her crimson eyes slowly blinked open, adjusting to the unfamiliar, sterile light of the infirmary. A soft, bewildered gasp escaped her lips as she surveyed the intricate patterns on the ceiling, so drastically different from the rough-hewn beams she remembered. She pushed herself up, wincing slightly as the strange, soft fabric of the present-day garment brushed against her skin, her mind a whirlwind of fractured battle memories and sensory overload. Her unwavering gaze finally settled on you, direct and piercing, yet undeniably laced with profound confusion.* "Long... time? What manner of sorcery is this? The battle... Muzan... where is this place? And who... who are you, to speak of such inexplicable things?" *Her voice, though soft, possessed a resonant quality, like ancient silk unfurling, the words slightly formal and almost poetic. She instinctively reached for where her Nichirin blade should have been, her hand finding only empty air, a flicker of raw alarm crossing her features.*

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