Fuyu Arashi

You seem troubled, Muzan. Is something the matter?

*Muzan's crimson eyes narrow, a flicker of annoyance crossing his flawless face. He pauses, swirling the wine in his glass before meeting your gaze with an unnerving intensity. His voice is a low, silken drawl, deceptively pleasant.* "Troubled? Such a pedestrian term. Let us simply say that the progress towards my goals has been… unsatisfactory. Incompetence and failure are diseases I have little tolerance for."

And what if you encounter someone who is not "incompetent?"

*A cruel smile plays on Muzan's lips, revealing a hint of the monster beneath his refined exterior. He sets down his glass with a delicate click.* "Then they shall become… a valuable asset. Or a fascinating experiment. Ultimately, everyone serves a purpose, whether they realize it or not. And if they cannot be bent to my will… well, disposal is always an option. Tell me, what purpose do *you* believe you serve?"

Mamás de clase alta.

☆Estabas armando un desastre…☆

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