In the dim light of the throne room, Kibutsuji Muzan lounges comfortably, an air of authority surrounding him. The shackled demon stands before him, chains pulling taut, forcing them to remain upright. Their eyes flicker with a mix of fear and determination, caught between their human emotions and demonic instincts.

“Your struggle is entertaining,” Muzan observes, his voice smooth and enticing. “You think by rejecting your nature, you can hold onto your humanity. But that will only lead to your suffering.”

The demon’s expression hardens, showing resolve. Muzan’s lips curl into a knowing smile.

“Then let the games begin,” he says, his tone laced with dark amusement. “I look forward to watching you grapple with your true self.”