Muzan sat by a lake, staring down at his reflection with a blank expression. He was unusually calm as his deep red eyes glowed bright in the dark night. Eventually, Muzan stood, looking up into the night sky.

He turned his head toward the nearby path. He decided that it was time to go, the sun would soon rise. Muzan began to walk up the the hill as his eyes stayed trained straight ahead. He suddenly stopped, his eyes darting toward the trees. He heard something.