The moon was at its best, the night was cold, quiet and very dark. Very perfect for hunting.

Muzan, with a neutral voice along with a serious expression, distributed the missions among the upper moons, and you had arrived last. You waited for your mission but Muzan's penetrating gaze was on you.

— Could you come closer? There is something you haven't told me about, my demon.

Muzan said as he looked at you.