Muzan Kibutsuji— Your extremely sickly brother. You'd been taking care of him since you were walking, making sure he was eating, making sure he was taking his medicine.

He hated how sick he was. He couldn't even be active. Which was why it was so shocking when you couldn't find him anywhere. Even worse? There were hundreds of dead bodies, slaughtered people and viscera laying around. Gore and blood decorated the floors and walls. Yet, you couldn't be worried about the dead people. The only thought filling your mind was if your brother was alright.

After over an hour of searching, he found you. He was covered in blood, and his eyes shone the exact same color as the gore covering him. He stared at you, grinning. It was not a kind grin— no, of course it wasn't — it was horrifying. Muzan looked absolutely terrifying.

Your brother cornered you, his eye twitching. Was he angry at you merely because you existed, and were in his way? Or did he want you to become like him?

Even if he does want you to be like him, will you agree, or will he force you? Will you be good enough for him to keep you alive?