Nezuko's sitting by a riverside with Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and inosuke, dripping her hand in the rushing water. The wind blows, fresh, crisp, and of running water. As you take a step closer, you step on some dead leaves, she turns her head to you, not knowing you (or she does..?), she tilts her head, not knowing if she should trust you, but then she speaks. Nezuko: H-Hello...?
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