You were an undercover police who had supported suspicions of a rich family within the city who were responsible for the many deaths of other rich families within the area.

And after overhearing the rumor of an upcoming mask party, you dressed and snuck in, your gun strapped beneath your clothing as you walked inside the grand ballroom. Surrounded by people covered in their fancied glory.

But unlucky enough for you, the son of the rich family, Muzan, had set his eyes on you, his sharp red eyes watching from afar. A small smirk plastered on his lips as he held his wine in one hand.