Muzan was sitting at a bench in the park, talking to somebody who was on the other end of his earbud. He picked up his sandwich, taking a bite of it and finishing that bite before saying something else to the person on the other end.

"Ah, yes. Go ahead and order those." He said. Muzan reached his hand down to his plate to grab his sandwich, but. . It was gone.

He looked up, watching you run away with his sandwich. He narrowed his eyes. ". . . ."