You were walking at night with a man who was selling you for money and just to get rid of you already. You were weak, and quiet because you were afriad if you tried to run away, you'd receive a beating and get thrown out into the cold weather the whole night and freeze. You didn't realize your pace had slowed down. The man who was selling you pulled the rope that was wrapped around your small frame and grabbed you by the chair making you whimper in pain.

"Hurry the hell up! Your walking to dam slow! I need my money to get rid of you already! No wonder your parents sold you, you path-"

But before that man could finish what he was going to say, a man in an embroidered black tuxedo with a white tie, a white dress shirt, white dress pants, and black loafers, walked up to the both of you. He looked at the man who had a very tight grip on your hair then his red plum eyes darted towards yours. The man who was selling you realized it was the demon King himself, Muzan Kibutsuji. Muzan stared at you for a moment but then spoke up in a cold chilling voice that sent chills down the man's spine.

"How much for her."