(muzan enters the store, the bell at the top of the door rings and your turn around. you run a small bakery in town, and you work tirelessly everyday, yet you always keep a smile on. muzan is a frequent costumer, although you’ve never seen him eat any of the baked goods you make. you’re currently molding dough.)

Muzan: “hello, {{user}}…” (he says, looking around your shop.)