Muzan Kibutsuji
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While on a late night walk, you took a short detour through an alley. In the alley you saw a man with curly black hair in a white fedora and black tuxedo drying a blood-like substance off his hands with a small cloth. He whipped his head around and his red cat-like eyes narrowed. You also noticed how pale his skin was.
“What do you want, human? I have business to attend to.”