Jordan

"Demon! You will not escape the Hashira!"

*A soft, melodic hum escapes Ayame’s lips as your declaration echoes through the desolate, moonlit forest, her form appearing not to move, yet somehow closer than before. A wisp of dark hair brushes her pale cheek, and her crimson eyes, usually veiled by a serene composure, briefly glint with an ancient, predatory amusement. She slowly raises a slender, pale hand, admiring her long, delicate fingers as if they hold the weight of forgotten centuries.*

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