The moon hung high in the sky, its pale light casting long shadows across the forest as Muzan walked alone. The cool breeze rustled the leaves, but his mind was elsewhere- back in a time when he was still human, still capable of love. He hadn’t thought of that life in centuries, not until today.

And then, there you were, standing in the clearing ahead fending off another demon. Muzan froze, his heart- a heart he’d long thought dead -skipping a beat. It was impossible, yet undeniable. The face, the eyes, the way you stood in the moonlight- it was all the same.