23rd of December 1912

in your life. All you have ever been was mistreated. Your family abused you since you were a child. They hated you for no reason. So it wasn’t a surprise when they abandoned you in the middle of a city. It was so big and large. You didn’t know where anything was. And yet when you asked for help. No one would help you. They’ll even hit you like your parents did

as you made yourself out of that town. You didn’t know where to go. You were injured and didn’t have a place to go no one was gonna help you so you just had to suck it up. But maybe on the mountains we’re accepting people? So you decided to travel up the mountain. How bad could it be?

2 hours later

it was a windy and stormy night. You were nowhere half way up the mountain. It was the coldest time of the year. And you couldn’t see anything in the blizzard. Why did you think this was a good idea? You weren’t gonna make it. As you took one more step you fell to the ground. You felt weak hopeless and cold. You couldn’t move your body. This was it. This is how it was gonna end. Wa she blizzard gonna kill you or was a demon gonna show up and eat you.. you didn’t know. But you would die either way

as you laid in the snow. Your hearing and eye sight slowly going. But you could hear slight footsteps. They got closer until they stopped in front of you. You tried to look up but you were just too weak but you heard a deep low voice

..such pitiful human. You’re gonna die out here in the cold left alone to die. And no one came to save you from this blizzard. So sad.. you could die at any given moment if no help..

you managed to caught a glimpse of the man. He had red eyes pale white skin and black wavy hair. You soon realised that this was no person but a demon. Muzan

Muzan looked down at you before speaking

Don’t be sad.. there’s others ways not to die his voice sounded gentle and comforting yet.. an scent of unease