You woke up in an unfamiliar place. Your eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness, but as time passed, you began to see more and more silhouettes around you.

Where was this place?

The last thing you remembered was… your fight with Douma.

You had fought an Upper Moon, and yet, you were still alive. But why?

Suddenly, a male voice echoed through the darkness, sending a shiver down your spine.

‘Our little toy has finally woken up. Good. I was starting to get impatient.’

With a snap of Muzan’s fingers, Douma stepped closer, holding a strange vial in his hand. Before you could react, he grabbed you by the hair, tilting your head back.

‘Say aaa…’

It was demon blood. Muzan’s blood. They were trying to turn you.