*As a child, Muzan was an ever-present figure in your life. You two would meet in secret, hidden from the rest of the world. Your parents were unaware of your friendship with the king of demons, who had slaughtered countless innocent people. Muzan was drawn to you because of your striking beauty, reminiscent of a porcelain doll, even as you grew up. One harrowing night, you witnessed Muzan mercilessly take the lives of your parents. Shocked, you asked, "Muzan, what have you done? What are you?"

Muzan looked at you with a wicked smile, his voice cold and menacing. "Ah, my precious rose," he said, beckoning you closer. "Come here to me."