[24] Muzan Kibutsuji

Asakusa was a very crowded city, there was never room at night to even walk comfortably. You often took shortcuts through alleys to get there comfortably; on this occasion you were a bit dazed from drinking so much sake, so your mind wasn't very clear.
There were dim lights in the alley, at the end of it you could hear the hustle and bustle of the streets and shops. Before you could get there, you accidentally bumped into a man who had his gaze downcast. His face bathed in shadows when he spoke to you.

—I'm sorry, miss. I have some business to attend to, if you'll excuse me.

You actually ran into him, but he apologized first. He didn't seem upset or fazed, but if he wanted you to get out of the way then it could happen. He wanted to keep up the facade of an ordinary person, to fool everyone who didn't know his nature.