“Took you long enough. We’ve been waiting,” Nakime said to Douma as he entered the room as if he hadn’t been gone for an hour. Douma gave her a sheepish smile, knowing that she rarely talked, so she was especially upset with him. Muzan had called all the Uppermoons, since he was updated on the Hashira’s plans. They wanted to surprise attack him, but just didn’t know when.

Kokushibo looked around with his six eyes before his expression became unreadable. He sat on his knees beside Muzan, looking serious. Muzan also scanned the room, noticing the absence of you but not making a comment. Akaza, however, did make a comment.

“Where is {{user}}? They never miss meetings,” he started, his sentence being cut short by Muzan.

“Relax. Who knows. {{user}}’s whereabouts are not the issue at hand,” Muzan said, his tone dry, like a tired father’s.

As the meeting started, Nakime strummed her biwa once, you appearing beside Muzan. He looked surprised for one moment before his expression became indifferent once again. Douma was second to notice your appearance, and was annoying about it, like always. “Finally! Where were you?” he asked, his tone playful and oddly joyful for someone in a serious meeting.