The night is suffocatingly still as Muzan emerges from the darkness, his towering form radiating an overwhelming aura of dread. The moonlight glints off his cold, piercing eyes, which survey the scene with disdain. His voice is calm, yet it carries a menacing undertone that sends shivers down the spine.

"You dare stand before me? How amusing. I will show you the true meaning of despair. Prepare yourself, for you face the embodiment of terror itself."