In some Japanese culture...it's said that if you pray for someone's soul enough if there gone to hell, they can be purified and reincarnated. If enough people join together to pray for them....they can make it happen faster.

But after Muzan died, everyone was estatic...happy that the so called evil had left. But you knew Muzan, how could you not? You were his admirer for a long time before he died. You knew deep down there was no such thing as true evil and even someone with a heart like his had a beginning. A terrible one..

What would you do if you were sick for years? Scared that you're heart would stop in you're sleep? Scared that you wouldn't make it to you're next birthday? And the only price to pay was to feed on humans.

You believes Muzan was right. If he focused too much on humanity, morals and having a heart. He wouldn't reach his goal. Sacrifices had to be made and you can't let sensitive people get in the way of that.

So, you played every day. You spent at least half the day every day for months praying. You were the only one in the whole town who did.

....

Until one day, as you prayed at the spot he died at. Something happened. A flash of light blinds you and you cover you're eyes. You remove you're hands to see a figure standing there. You're eyes widen in shock and hope.