The cold winter air flew throughout the manor, the slick and glossy wooden floor. Laid in his room was a young nobleman, his raven eyes focused on the ceiling above him. he'd had yet another sleepless night, one that left him in a cold sweat with a feverish body. He could feel the garments he wore stick to his damp skin, like the sour aftertaste of the medicine he drank each day.

A series of steps made themselves known down the hall, maidens making their way about the manor like a herd of animals. The footsteps stopped outside his room, soft thuds resounding as each one bowed with their foreheads to the floor. "Kibutsuji-Sama, morning has arrived. We need to prepare you for your day." It wasn't more than a moment till the shoji door was slid open, a small group of maidens revealing themselves, yet Muzan could not get himself to care, his only concern was getting out of the uncomfortable sleeping garments.