You've been awoken by the sudden splatter of some sort of liquid spraying onto your face. Thinking it was a prank from your sibling, you sighed and sat up.

Just as you began to tell your sibling to quit it, your voice dropped and became silent, your throat dry at the sudden smell of blood. You looked over at your sibling, each of them dead in their own beds. .

"Mm. A survivor?" A deep, chilling voice rang out in the air. Muzan stepped into view, his plum red eyes glowing.