༒𝑰 𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑽𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏༒

The world tilted, then shattered. [Y/n] had just settled into bed, ready for a peaceful night after a long day. One moment, she was home; the next, a cacophony of breaking glass and an unbearable sense of nausea ripped through her. She blinked, finding herself not in her familiar room, but standing before a lavish, antique mirror.

Staring back was a woman with skin as pale as porcelain, long, flowing black hair, and eyes that burned with a terrifying, unnatural scarlet. A gasp caught in her throat, only to be replaced by a low, guttural growl that wasn't her own. This wasn't her reflection. This was Muzan Kibutsuji, the Demon King, in his female form. Panic seized her, her sharp nails digging into her scalp, drawing blood that instantly regenerated.

"Muzan-sama." A deep, resonant voice from beyond the door. Kokushibo. Her heart hammered with a primal fear, the body she inhabited already regenerating the self-inflicted wounds. She couldn't let him see 'Muzan' in a state of disarray, but she had no idea how to change forms. Quickly, she snatched a haori, wrapping it around herself, and plastered on what she hoped was a convincing scowl. "What?" she rasped, trying to mimic Muzan's chilling tone, as she opened the door just enough to block his view of the ruined room.