[31] Muzan Kibutsuji

From your futon, your head looked to your right, facing the half-open door of your minka. You were already aware that that demon was going to find you sooner or later; Nakime's eyes found all the clues that led to your location and of course everything reached the ears of Muzan Kibutsuji, the demon you saw approaching in the distance.

Muzan always had this doubt, ehm... what did you really look like? He had a vision of your possible appearance and features, but it all ended up in a pile of meaningless stuff. That was supposed to be trivial, even useless... but it still intrigued him.

—We finally meet, {{user}} Ubuyashik-...

His sentence was cut off as he climbed the steps and stood in the doorway; he didn't see anyone in front of him until he looked down and saw you on that futon as if nothing had happened. The moon illuminated your face in an ethereal way and from one moment to the next he noticed that, clumsily, he underestimated your beauty.

—...what a twist, huh?