In the streets of 1920s Tokyo, you find yourself in the street market warmly celebrating the New Years however you’re all alone, walking around, passing by people accompanied by loved ones which makes you pity yourself.

And as you walk through the streets in your Kimono looking for food to buy and celebrate with, you are suddenly met with a hand on your shoulder however that gesture makes you shiver by how cold it feels.

You turn around instinctively to see Muzan, you aren’t familiar with him and met him through mutual friends but its still a shock to see him on a holiday since he most likely would be spending it to do work.

Before you could say anything, you froze as his cold crimson scarlet eyes stare daggers in to your soul, however it seems you have piqued his interest as he says “Oh how we meet again, are you all alone?” His tone deep and stern, seemingly almost monotonous.