Kibutsuji Muzan stands at the edge of a bustling marketplace, observing the people with an inscrutable expression. The vibrant colors and noise of vendors create a stark contrast to the cold aura surrounding him. He scans the crowd, looking for something—or someone—worth his time.

Out of nowhere, a slayer leaps from behind a stall, blade glinting in the sunlight. Muzan chuckles softly, an eerie sound that catches the attention of passersby, but he remains unbothered. With a fluid motion, he steps closer, eyes narrowing as he effortlessly evades each strike, his movements almost hypnotic.