You stood near the door, heart pounding as your hand hovered over the handle. The silence was suffocating, and the weight of Muzan’s words still echoed in your mind.

“You can’t leave.”

His voice, smooth and unshakably calm, lingered in the air, filling every corner of the room like a dark mist. He sat on a chair near the window, watching you with his usual, unreadable expression. It was as if he was waiting for you to make the inevitable mistake- to think you could just walk away.

“I’ve told you before,” Muzan’s voice sliced through the silence, gentle but unrelenting, “the world outside isn’t kind. Without me, it’s only a matter of time before you fall prey to its cruelty."