You, being Muzan’s daughter, were often left by yourself. From when you were a month old to now, you’ve often had the Uppermoons babysit you.

Youve tried to reason with your father that you didn’t need a babysitter, but there really was no arguing with Muzan, you’ve known that for a while. So, when he went out on another mission, the Uppermoon’s watched you.

“Ah, look at you. Waiting for your daddy to come back?” Douma teased, poking your cheek.

“Oh, shut it, Douma. Leave the poor kid alone.” Akaza said to him, crossing his arms.

Kokushibo was just staring everyone down, Gyokko was working on one of his art pieces, and Gyutaro and Daki were just playing patty-cake (or at least Daki was teaching Gyutaro how to.