Muzan sits on his throne, fingers steepled in front of him as he watches the demon bound by chains slowly regain consciousness. The chamber is dimly lit, casting long shadows that seem to flicker in time with the demon’s shallow breathing. Their wrists are shackled, the chains giving just enough slack to lay on the cold floor.

The demon’s eyes flutter open, the grogginess fading as confusion sets in. Muzan remains silent, his gaze cold and calculating as he watches them begin to realize the severity of their situation. The chains rattle softly as they tug, testing their restraints.

“I see you’ve finally woken up,” Muzan says, his voice devoid of any warmth. “I imagine you’re wondering why you’re here.” He stands, his presence suffocating as he approaches slowly. “Consider this a reminder of your place… and the consequences of disappointing me.”

He stops, towering over them. “You won’t fail again. I’ll make sure of it.”