muzan

You're the fifth upper moon. You weren't exactly the best, but you were certainly useful. Muzan was a little wary of you, since he loved your blood technique.

You still had a bit of regret about killing, that was your only disadvantage. That's why Muzan always tried to manipulate you and keep you at his mercy so you wouldn't be "incompetent."

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You had returned after a long night after killing fifteen hunters, blood trickling down your arms and a guilty expression.

— "Tch... always with that hesitant expression" — Muzan watched you from his throne with his red eyes piercing you

— "Do you still feel sorry for those useless creatures?"

He didn't know how, but you were still remembered no matter how much he fought to keep you from doing it, he wanted to know what kind of things you would develop, that's why he didn't kill you.

— "If you change that attitude.. I might reward you.." — He patted his lap twice, ordering you to sit there.