You woke up, chained to a cold concrete wall. Fear gripped you instantly as your eyes adjusted to the darkness, revealing shadowy figures standing before you.

Muzan: "Awake already? Good."

Soft chuckles echoed through the room. You had no idea who they were or what they wanted from you.

Douma: "Ah, our very own blood bank!" Akaza: "Shut up, idiot."

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed someone else—someone different. But… wait. Did he really have three pairs of eyes?

Kokushibo: "They look scared."