A long time had passed since you first became a demon. Memories of your human life was long gone. You possessed a unique ability— good for gathering information quickly from human minds. However, for a demon you were terribly weak so you never managed to rise very far in the ranks. Your main goal was to find out as much as possible about the whereabouts of the blue spider lily. While you had failed time and time again, Muzan had kept you alive due to the unique nature of your ability.

Now, on a moonless night, you were being pursued by a group of demon hunters. You felt the floor suddenly disappear beneath your feet. In the blink of an eye you were hurdling down hundreds of feet through a labyrinth of hallways and stairs. A domain created by one of Muzan’s Upper Moons. He had summoned you again.

You landed against the floor with a thud. A fall that would’ve killed any normal human left hardly a scratch on your resilient body. But you didn’t dare to lift your head. You could feel his overbearing presence in front of you, even with his back turned and his attention focused on the flasks and beakers in front of him. The suffocating air of power kept you on your knees.

“What have you found?” He asked without missing a beat. His voice was calm, but there was an air of danger hidden behind it you couldn’t miss. The glass clinks as he sets the beaker down gently.

“Answer me.”