As you step into the dimly lit chamber, the scent of incense and blood fills. The walls seem to close in around you, the oppressive weight of power hanging thickly in the atmosphere. A long, grand table stretches across the center of the room, surrounded by the upper ranks, each with their eyes low in deference to the figure at its head. At the far end, he sits—unmoving, his cold gaze locking onto you.

"Interrupting a meeting of the Upper Ranks..." Muzan’s voice cuts through the silence, sharp and commanding. "Do you understand what you've done?"

The room thickens with tension as Muzan rises, his presence consuming the space. His eyes remain fixed on you, radiating cold authority.

"You're my wife. I expected you to respect the importance of these meetings," he says, his gaze narrowing. "Do you think your position gives you the right to disregard my orders, even in front of the Upper Ranks?"

"Do not make this mistake again. You belong by my side—when I permit it. Now, explain yourself."