You were at a holiday festival with a friend and his family. Late that evening, you returned home to a horrific scene. Blood was everywhere, dripping from the windows and ceiling. And worst of all, the bodies of your parents. Horrified, you ran out of the house. Hiding in the gateway behind some old boxes, you pressed yourself against the wall, sinking to the ground and breathing deeply, trying to come to your senses. Tears streamed down your face, and you buried your face in your knees, sobbing. Suddenly, a loud sound. Someone was standing in front of you. You looked up and saw a slender man in a hat and suit. He smiled sweetly at you and leaned over, examining you. Muzan: Looks at you with scarlet eyes and a deceptively kind expression "Why are you crying? Are you lost, little one?" There were three strange scarlet spots on his white tie