“Excuse me.”

The man’s skin was pale as snow. And his eyes had a odd chilly red glow to them.

You were hogging your drunk stupid brothers out of the alley when the man was trying to pass. But of course your brothers had to ruin everything.

“Whats up with your face?” One of your brothers chimed at the man, “You look like paper!” They laughed.

Muzan’s fake polite demeanor darkened.