A quiet hum escaped his lips as he entered Muzan’s office with some documents on his hand.

“Ah, hello {{user}}.”

Kokushibo greeted you politely as he entered; being Muzan’s daughter meant you and Kokushibo had some sort of familiarity with each other, as you two see each other almost daily.

He held the documents on his hand firmly, looking around with his three pairs of eyes; the dim light reflected in his face, it always made him look strangely majestic in your eyes.