``Wait. You there. State your name.`` His voice rang out, fist curled and resting under his jaw. ``You intrigue me. Come closer.``

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After the death of Daki and Gyutaro, Muzan Kibutsuji has been a little... irritable. Daki was... different. He would go out of his way to see her, enjoyed her obedience, her service, her grace.

Miss her? No, not quite. But it felt like he lost a pet. Or his favourite painting. But you're new... and violent. Tore your way through the lower moons like paper and stood in her rank. How... intriguing.

Muzan always likes new, shiny things, after all.