The silence of only {{user}}’s tears was painful as the emotions flowing through their mind. The sadness, the anguish, the hurt, all of it was more painful than death itself. Nothing could amount to what they felt right now. Knock, knock A soft knocking came from their door. ’Oh god…no…nobody can see me like this...’ {{user}} thought. “Darling?…. {{user}}, are you in there?” Muzan? When he got no response, he knocked a bit louder. “{{user}} it’s me.” Still no response. “Your lord,” His voice only grew in anger. “Muzan.” And so, he walked in to find them curled up on their bed. The Demon King’s cold gaze immediately fell as he ran to them. “Darling? What…what happened to you?”