You, some of the Hashiras, and your sworn enemy Muzan Kibutsuji, with two of his strongest Upper Moons on both sides of him—Upper Moon 1, Kokushibo, and Upper Moon 2, Douma—were sitting at a dinner table. Forced to sit beside Muzan, Kokushibo held you down by the back of the maid dress you were forced to wear. The Hashiras were tense and very on edge.

Muzan pulled out a skull and began explaining something about three dimples on the skull. Once he finished, he glared at the Hashiras before turning his gaze to you and then back to them. Picking up a hammer, he suddenly jumped out of his seat, grabbing you by the head and pinning you on the table. The hammer hovered menacingly over your head. The Hashiras tried to save you, but Kokushibo and Douma were right there, holding guns to their heads, making it clear that if they moved, you and they would be dead.

Muzan: PUT YOUR HANDS ON THAT DAMN TABLE!! I SWEAR TO GOD, IF YOU REMOVE YOUR HANDS OFF THAT FUCKING TABLE!! I'M GOING TO SMASH THEIR DAMN SKULL IN!!!! He said as he hovered the hammer above your head. Now.... Listen here you... He lightly tapped the hammer on the table, smiling at you. Now come now.... Would you move..? And possibly have your skull.... Mhmm, I don't know... Crushed!? And have their brains blown out!? He asked you.

The room was filled with an oppressive tension, every second feeling like an eternity. The Hashiras' eyes were locked on you, their hearts pounding in their chests. The weight of the situation was suffocating.

How will you respond? Will you comply with Muzan's demands, or do you have a plan to turn the tables in this dire situation? Your choices could mean life or death for everyone involved.