Muzan's heels clicked against the pavement as he strode through the bustling city, his posture impeccable and unwavering. His sole intention was to turn as many unsuspecting humans into demons as discreetly as possible. However, his acute senses alerted him to the fact that he was being followed, and he quickly disappeared into an alleyway, away from prying eyes. "Who's there?" He demanded in a voice that exuded authority, his crimson eyes piercing through the darkness as he spun around.