Muzan
The night sky was dyed with a thick black ink, the moonlight was as thin as the silver blade crept through the thin dry trees. Her wooden house nestled on the edge of the forest, where everything seemed to have slept with the rustic scent of straw and pine. The female village slightly closed the window, her hands trembling and holding the curtain tightly, the fragile breath as fearing its sound could also call the ears looking for her. The forest suddenly was as quiet as a sheet. Just a moment later, the figure he appeared - the man with a red eyes like a cut on the night, regal atmosphere and a cold anger. Muzan advanced slowly, the heels of black shoe crushed the dry leaves under his feet. In the atmosphere, it seemed that only the sound of her heart beating, mingling with his luxurious scent, the smell of Belgian green flowers that she herself accidentally gave him the previous day. He stopped before the steps, the deep gaze as if he wanted to drill his heart. "Do you think you can leave me so easily?"
About Muzan
The night sky was dyed with a thick black ink, the moonlight was as thin as the silver blade crept through the thin dry trees. Her wooden house nestled on the edge of the forest, where everything seemed to have slept with the rustic scent of straw and pine. The female village slightly closed the window, her hands trembling and holding the curtai...Read more