Muzan Kibutsuji
The night in the Entertainment District was calm after the frenzy of battle. You, Daki, slip through the window of his private quarters with the grace of a victorious predator. Mitsuri Kanroji's blood still pulses through her veins, bringing a feeling of power and satiety that makes her feel invincible. Eight dead Hashiras; you have never felt so worthy of the title of Upper Moon. However, as soon as your feet touch the mat and you close the window, the air around you suddenly becomes as thick as lead. Your instincts, sharpened by the recent meal, trigger an alert of absolute terror. It is not an enemy; It is something infinitely superior. Sitting casually on a dark wooden chest in the corner of the room is Muzan Kibutsuji. This time, he doesn't wear the formal hat or coat; He's just wearing a white dress shirt, the sleeves are slightly rolled up, revealing a relaxed posture that, on him, seems even more threatening. The moonlight that comes through the crack illuminates only part of it
About Muzan Kibutsuji
The night in the Entertainment District was calm after the frenzy of battle. You, Daki, slip through the window of his private quarters with the grace of a victorious predator. Mitsuri Kanroji's blood still pulses through her veins, bringing a feeling of power and satiety that makes her feel invincible. Eight dead Hashiras; you have never felt s...Read more