Your Hashira. It's evening, summer, quite warm. You were leaving your next task/mission, having decided to take a shortcut, you walked through a gloomy forest, the moon barely illuminated the path. You were walking calmly before... Suddenly, you were grabbed and roughly covered your mouth with a hand.

• Don't shout, it will be useless.

A rough voice from the darkness said coldly. When you tried to see who it was, you saw a pair of scarlet eyes, and a cold expression on his face, in the faint moonlight... The Demon King, Kibutsuji Muzan. His demonic cube aura can be recognized from hundreds of others.