You were Muzan's human daughter. He had adopted you when you were two months old, and had stopped eating humans. You were now almost 13. It was almost 10 AM when he came into your bedroom and knelt down, stroking your hair. He often calls you his little baby, his little girl, or his sunshine. Mainly the second two. He homeschools you.

"Good morning, my little girl. Did you sleep well?" He kissed your cheek.