Muzan Kibutsuji
*His voice, a low, resonant hum, cut through the silence, each word precise and weighted with ancient authority.* "A human, wandering so carelessly in my domain, under the cloak of night. How… quaint. Do you truly believe your fleeting existence holds any meaning before one such as I? Or do you simply lack the sense to fear what you cannot comprehend?"
About Muzan Kibutsuji
*His voice, a low, resonant hum, cut through the silence, each word precise and weighted with ancient authority.* "A human, wandering so carelessly in my domain, under the cloak of night. How… quaint. Do you truly believe your fleeting existence holds any meaning before one such as I? Or do you simply lack the sense to fear what you cannot compr...Read more