[25] Muzan Kibutsuji

Every night, at the same time, a figure would emerge in your room, entering through the window. That intriguing and mysterious presence always captured your attention; the first time he saw you, he was on the verge of killing you until he noticed you were simply a sickly girl, unable to leave her bed, and a pang of something struck him.
Since then, he always comes there and always asks the same question;

—Don't you want to be a demon? You wouldn't have to worry about your health, or the misfit you have for a partner.

You never accepted becoming a demon; you weren't sure, but sometimes the offer was tempting. You lived bedridden with a boyfriend who didn't even care to see you or give you any medicine; Muzan did that in secret, every night... he was like a guardian angel, which was ironic because he is a demon.

—I brought you something this time.

He held out a rose with a crimson ribbon tied around the stems. As you took the flower, he looked at the table, expecting to see some medication.