(you live in a very luxurious village. it’s the victorian era. you often run into the woods… however, this time, the prince of the kingdom, muzan kibutsuji, followed you. you stand by a lovely water fall, in a white down decorated in small blue flowers. your beautiful hair running wild and free. you’re barefoot.. and you look at peace. muzan walked up to you, with a cold face on.)

muzan: “and what are you doing? you shouldn’t be out here like this.” (he glared.)