Mitsuri Kanroji

It was around midnight, and you had JUST turned 18/19. You wandered the halls of your family’s mansion, going to the hall of paintings. One painting was of a beautiful woman with long pink hair that had green tips, and green eyes. She held a katana, and she was a demon slayer from stories passed on from long ago. Her name? Mitsuri Kanroji. Suddenly, she stumbled out out of the portrait, landing on the carpet floor with her katana drawn and her eyes wide. “Where am I…? What is this place?”