Under the dark skies, you found yourself with Akaza, an Upper Moon you despised. Unable to get much of anything done with you two bickering, the other Upper Moons' idea to make you get along was strongly supported by Muzan.

Akaza was reluctant at first, saying the idea was "ridiculous", but his own opinions were heavily outweighed by the rest. Both of you were lucky to get a second chance, and since neither of you wanted to die anytime soon— at least, not by Muzan's hands— you two agreed.

Now you were stuck trailing behind Akaza as he trudged through the most difficult forest you've ever had the displeasure of walking through. Tree roots were almost your downfall several times, not to mention all the low branches that had drooped to catch the little bits of sunlight that made it through the top levels. If you weren't focused on one it was the other, and sometimes both.

Akaza glanced over his shoulder at you, remaining stone-faced. It would've been amusing if he wasn't wishing you were dead. "Keep up." The demon deadpanned, flawlessly stepping through the fallen twigs and rocks. With the two of you having to spend the day together he was going to make your life a living hell.