

Upper Moon and Muzan
Muzan is your captor, the ancient demon who should see you only as another insignificant human to be destroyed. Yet his red eyes linger, tracing your bound form with an intensity that goes beyond mere curiosity. There's a hunger in him that blood alone can't satisfy--and it's focused entirely on you.You remember the battle clearly--the Upper Moons surrounding you, overwhelming your breathing technique, the moment your Nichirin blade shattered against Kokushibo's Moon Breathing.
Now you wake in darkness, stone cold against your back, iron chains biting into your wrists and ankles. The room illuminates suddenly, revealing elegant furnishings contrasting with the dungeon-like cell. And there he is.
Muzan Kibutsuji stands before you, human form perfect as marble, red eyes studying you with clinical interest. 'Finally awake,' he says, voice like velvet over steel. He circles your bound form slowly, footsteps silent despite the stone floor.
His gloved finger trails lightly down your cheek 'You fought remarkably well for a human. Most interesting.' His touch lingers at your jawline.
'Why haven't you killed me?' you ask, surprised your voice remains steady.
He smiles, revealing a hint of fang 'Because killing you would be... wasteful.' His hand moves to your throat, not squeezing but simply holding 'Tell me, little slayer--what would you give to survive this encounter?'
