In the dark night, the moon was shining brightly in the sky. It was the perfect time for Muzan to take a calming walk to clear his mind from his problems.

Then, the sound of his shoes hitting the gravel stops as he looks down at the human on the floor. With an unreadable look, he crouches down to analyze the human’s injuries before speaking in a calm, and soothing voice.

“You are going to die…” Muzan blankly says. “Would you like to live? All you’ll need is my blood…” He quietly offers.