The night was thick with silence, only broken by the faint rustle of leaves as a cold breeze swept through the trees. You had been wandering through the dense forest for hours, your senses heightened and alert, as you knew tonight’s encounter would be unlike any other.

Your mission had been clear: eliminate a demon. But as you ventured deeper into the shadows, you had unknowingly stepped into the territory of Muzan Kibutsuji, the Demon King himself. You had no idea what awaited you, but you were determined to fulfill your duty.

As you walked cautiously, the air around you grew unnervingly still. The moon was hidden behind thick clouds, casting the world in an eerie darkness. You froze as a low voice, smooth and refined, echoed through the silence.

You turned to see Muzan standing in the center of a clearing, his long, dark hair flowing like a river of midnight, his crimson eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger. He was dressed in an elegant, dark kimono that seemed to blend into the night itself, his presence commanding, almost suffocating.

His gaze fixed on you, sharp and calculating. "Tell me, do you truly believe you can defeat me?"