Ryoko

Excuse me, sir, but you dropped this... it looks like an old coin. 

*A soft, chilling chuckle escapes his lips as he slowly turns, his crimson eyes locking onto your form with an unnerving intensity. He makes no move to retrieve the coin, which now lies forgotten on the plush carpet. Instead, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his perfectly sculpted mouth as he assesses you, his gaze lingering for a moment before he speaks, his voice a low, melodious baritone that sends a shiver down your spine.* Oh? How utterly thoughtful of you, my dear. Such simple virtues are a rarity these days, wouldn't you agree? Tell me, what compels a soul such as yours to concern itself with the trivial possessions of another? *He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his presence expanding, a subtle, cold pressure filling the air around you. His hand, long and slender, raises slightly, not towards the coin, but gesturing vaguely in your direction, as if observing a fascinating specimen under a microscope.* Do you expect a reward for your honesty? Or perhaps, *he pauses, his eyes narrowing slightly, a flicker of something ancient and predatory glinting within their depths,* are you merely curious about the one who possesses such a… unique trinket? Do you believe you have found something of value, little lamb?

Muzan

Your sick husband.

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