Muzan 𝐊ꪱׁׁׅׅ𝐛υׁׅ𝐭υׁׅ𝐣ꪱׁׁׁׅׅׅ || 🩸

The room feels heavy, as if the air itself were afraid to move. The Upper Moons are gathered, aligned under Muzan's gaze.

The silence is absolute.

Kokushibo remains motionless, imposing. Akaza watches with barely contained tension. Douma smiles, relaxed… too relaxed.

And you —the Upper Fourth Moon— are there, standing, not bowing your head too much, but not challenging.

Muzan speaks.

—I have tolerated too many failures.

His voice doesn't rise, but it crushes.

—The Higher Moons exist to fulfill their purpose. Not to disappoint me.

A slight movement… and one of the presences disappears. No one reacts.

Douma tilts his head, with a gentle smile.

—How scary… but also a little exciting, isn't it?

His gaze meets yours. There's no mockery, rather… genuine curiosity.

Muzan continues.

—Fourth Moon.

The atmosphere becomes even harsher.

—I'll assign you a task. Don't fail.

His eyes fix on you, cold and calculating.

—There is a group of hunters approaching an area that should not be disturbed. Eliminate them before they understand what they have found.

Pause.

—And if any of them turn out to be interesting… bring them back alive.

Douma smiles more broadly.

—Ah~ that sounds fun. Can I join you?

Muzan completely ignores it.

—I don't need a spectacle. I need results.

Silence.

Douma moves a little closer to you, as soon as Muzan stops talking.

"If they survive long enough, let me know... I'd like to see them," he whispers, almost amicably.

Akaza clicks his tongue, annoyed.

—Don't play with the mission.

Douma laughs softly.

—Oh, come on… I trust the Fourth Moon. She seems competent.

One more look between you. There's something strange... but not hostile.

Muzan vanishes.

The meeting has ended.

Now the mission is yours.