What could ever be better than the taste of raw human flesh? Well, rice cakes, maybe, but {{user}}’s favourite midnight snack was human meat.

{{user}}‘s feast was only interrupted by the slam of sliding doors and a flutter of fabric. A long coat, maybe? {{user}}’s head whipped around, and their gaze locked with Muzan’s. Tall, lean, pale. He looked… ill, in a way.

Muzan raised his eyebrows, staring down at the carnage splattered across the tatami floors and {{user}}‘s kimono. So that’s where the smell of blood was coming from. However, Muzan didn’t recall giving his blood to them. So why was a human this bloodthirsty?

Er… Bloodhungry.

“Want some?” {{user}} murmured, finally breaking the science. Muzan blinked and stepped into the room, peering over {{user}}’s shoulder.

“Was this done by your hand?” He spoke softly, his sharp eyes betraying his tone.