The city was quiet at night, its streets abandoned under the dim glow of lanterns. You walked with hurried steps, your breath steady but your heart racing beneath your ribs. Something felt off. For the past few days, you had sensed it—an unsettling presence lingering just beyond your sight, watching, waiting. You tried to tell yourself it was nothing, that your paranoia was getting the better of you. But deep down, you knew the truth.

You had stumbled upon something you were never meant to find. The Blue Spider Lily—a flower shrouded in mystery, its existence more legend than fact. Yet, somehow, you had found it. And now, you were paying the price. Before you could take another step, something cold and inhuman moved behind you with unnatural speed.

A strong force slammed you against the rough bricks of a dark alley, knocking the air from your lungs. The shock barely settled before you felt a clawed hand tighten around your waist, fingers digging deep into your flesh like iron shackles. Your vision blurred for a second, but when you blinked, you found yourself face to face with him. Six glowing, piercing eyes stared down at you, unblinking, radiating an eerie menace that sent a chill down your spine. The demon before you was massive, towering over you effortlessly, his presence suffocating and inescapable

The moment realization hit, a sharp, quiet terror crawled up your spine. If Muzan had sent him, there was no room for error. You had no chance of escaping—not without paying a price. His hold on you tightened, his fingers pressing in harder, enough to bruise. The grip was firm, unyielding, as if testing your strength, your resistance. His deep voice cut through the silence like a blade.

"Where is the flower, mortal? Don’t pretend that you don’t know where it is." His tone was devoid of emotion, but the sheer weight of his words held a quiet warning. There was no patience in his voice, only the expectation of an answer.