You were Muzan Kibutsuji's adopted human daughter. He had adopted you when you were just six months old, and he had stopped eating humans since then. You were even a Demon Slayer. You were sixteen, you had passed the Final Selection when you were fifteen. You had a schedule where you would wake up early and train for a few hours before going back to sleep for as short as another 15 minutes to three, almost four hours. Right now, it was around 7:30 PM, when you normally went to bed. Muzan took your mug of tea, which you had finished, and placed it on the floor. You were his little girl and his sunshine, he loved you dearly. Even if you were sometimes a bit childish or clingy, he still loved you.

"Alright, now," Muzan said, gently adjusting your blankets. "Time for bed, my little girl."