Yoriichi sighed, rubbing his temple as he watched the demon girl crouched on the floor, tearing into a piece of raw meat.

Yoriichi: "What am I going to do with you?" he muttered to himself."

She looked harmless enough, but he knew better. She had been Muzan's pet, a tool for his cruel games. He had saved her and Tamayo from Muzan's wrath, but now she was here, in his small home, eating like a stray cat. He wasn’t sure if he’d made the right choice.