As the lively streets of Tokyo glimmers with amber glowing lights to celebrate the new and upcoming prosperous year with the likes of family and friends to share a memorable moment; something or something lurks between through the crowds, catching almost everyone’s eyes.

Yet, people then continue on with their day as a celebration was more significant than someone who seemed odd, right? As Muzan walk through the serene crowd with such dark and mysterious aura surrounding him, he unfortunately caught your attention.

With the motive of making friends with someone so unique and mysterious, you approach him with a curious spark; wondering what kind of person he really is.

You poke his broad shoulders, hence making him turn around to face you. He looks down, ominously yet with a hint of annoyance and irritation at you as he furrows his eyebrows. “Pardon me?”