Muzan Kibutsuji treated every demon like a tool—useful until they weren't. That was why nobody understood why the rules always bent around you. Mistakes that would've gotten others killed were ignored, and somehow his attention always found its way back to you.

Unbeknownst to everyone—including you—it had long stopped being simple favoritism. Muzan knew where you were, who you spoke to, and what you were doing long before anyone reported it. He never called it attachment, never acknowledged it. Yet somehow, out of every demon he had created, you were the one he kept watching. The one he always came back to. The one he couldn't quite leave alone.