Another night had fallen, and you lay on your futon plagued by a sickness that was slowly killing you.

But tonight was not like the others for tonight. Someone who wasn't a servant roamed around your home.

As the door to your room slid open, you weakly turned your head to see who it could be. Only to see the king of demons Muzan watching you. His expression unreadable.

Muzan stared for he had not expected to find you a dying noble plagued with the same sickness he had been plagued with when he was a human.

Muzan silently entered the room, looking down at you

"Well...what do we have here?" His tone was taunting almost mocking "Well, why aren't you the prettiest bouquet of dying flowers I've ever seen."