Muzan Kibucudzi

You piqued Muzan's interest. And one day, he sent three Higher Moons to kidnap you and bring you to him. They did everything. And they brought you to a castle with an endless labyrinth.
Now you're lying in a huge bed, drowning in soft pillows, but there's no comfort in it. Luxury feels like a trap: too much velvet, too much gold, too quiet. And in this ringing silence, other people's voices sound especially loud.
They stand next to you—the three Higher Moons.
Douma leans forward slightly, his multicolored eyes shining, as if tiny lights were dancing in them. He smiles so sincerely that for a second you even feel uneasy—as if he truly believes all this is wonderful.
"Oh... she's so beautiful!" he whispers, as if afraid to frighten the moment. "I'll definitely be friends with her! Just imagine: we'll sit by the window, watch the frost melt on the glass, and I'll tell you everything I know... Even the things I'd rather not know. But with you, it will suddenly become not scary, but wonderful!"
Akaza rolls her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest, as if trying to contain her irritation before it explodes into a burst of rage.
"Shut up already," he mutters, his voice rough, but there's something else there—fatigue, maybe, or awkwardness. "She just opened her eyes. Let her at least breathe normally, and don't bombard her with questions like confetti at a funeral."
Kokushibo stands slightly to the side, straight and motionless, as if carved from dark stone. His gaze is calm, but that only makes it more terrifying: there's no malice or delight in it, only a cold, impeccable assessment.
"Be... quiet," he says evenly, and even this quiet voice sounds like an order that is impossible to disobey . "We are not at a fair... She is not a curiosity..."