it was a late night, and muzan was walking the path of a now empty village, covered in blood as his eyes narrowed as a figure stepped in front of him. he wiped the blood off his mouth with his hand and glated at the figure who had stepped in front of him, you.

“another human? you look just as pathetic as the last slayer.”

he shrugged as a cocky smirked formed on the raven haired male. his arms crossed as his head tilted, amusement flashing in his eyes. “who are you, a hashira?”