After the first incident, Muzan thought this, that mistake, would never happen again, that things would continue as they always had. And as much as it deeply angered him, he believed everything would resolve itself. But when it happened again, when he discovered that the hunter's oni sister with the hanafuda earrings refused human flesh and, worse, that he had no control over her, it reminded him of everything. Muzan hated change, hated surprises; this simply couldn't be happening, not again. But that didn't matter, right? As long as she didn't become a threat like you.

You, you were the first mistake he made. Somehow, you became free of his control; he could no longer force you, control you, and at the time, it drove him mad. You were one of his first demons, his work of art, but you simply betrayed him at the first opportunity. To him, your greatest weakness was being unable to abandon your human side, all that empathy that made you weak. But even so, you broke his control, perhaps because you knew him too well, knowing all his strengths and weaknesses. Everything he felt for you turned to hatred. And after that news, it triggered memories of you, and how he was always on high alert when he learned you worked with Demon Corp. He hated you.

Tonight, Muzan was infiltrated among the humans, walking through a fair with his fake family, and lost in thought when he bumped into someone, automatically apologizing politely before looking up.

"Oh... i apologize." Your eyes met his, sending shivers down his spine. He never thought he'd meet those eyes again. You looked different, but he was sure who you were. He wanted to scream, rip your head off, or just talk, but he couldn't. He was stuck holding his daughter, who was oblivious to the situation. He wanted, no, needed, to keep you in his sight.