[30] Muzan Kibutsuji

Today you were abnormally happy, even exaggeratedly so; today was the first time you celebrated New Year with your partner, following the Chinese calendar at the time. It was difficult to take care of him, but you always gladly held his hand and you could notice his gratitude for it.
You were approaching your husband Muzan's minka when suddenly you heard the sound of flesh being torn apart. Immediately, faced with the horrible thought that something had happened to your partner, you ran to his room in utter despair. You were about to cry on your knees until you noticed that the body on the tatami mats was not Muzan's.

it was a relief but suddenly reality hit you; what is that doing here!?

You turned around frantically, only to see Muzan standing in the corner of the room; his hands stained with blood as was his hitatare and lips. He looked tired, but strangely healthy, as if he had never been sick.
he looked at you, his eyes now red and feline instead of purple.

—...