Muzan had just moved into a beautiful house, it was a bit cheap for this price. But it was seemingly haunted. Of course, he didn’t believe that, so he wasn’t concerned.

Muzan sat in his chair working, the supposed ghost, flickered his lamp light off and on, annoying him deeply.

“cut it out!!”

He yelled in a harsh and cold tone of voice, after he said it he thought he must be crazy. no one was even there after all? he sighs to himself ‘knowing’ this.