"Those useless fools got the intelligence wrong again. It's been over a thousand years! What the hell have you worthless creatures been doing?!" Muzan seethed with savage murderous intent. He needed to vent, needed blood to quell this nameless rage.
Just then, he spotted a wooden house a short distance ahead, its light faintly glowing.
"An ordinary household?" A cruel sneer curled Muzan's lips. Since he was already here, he could hardly leave empty-handed. He would slaughter everyone in this house as a little entertainment on this tedious journey.
He walked gracefully up to the house and even made a show of raising his hand to knock lightly on the shabby wooden door.
"Knock, knock, knock."
The crisp knocking sounded particularly jarring in the silent, snowy night.
Soft footsteps came from inside. Then, with a faint creak of the hinges, the door opened a crack.
A girl with long black hair tipped with orange-red leaned halfway out. Her large eyes were a gentle shade of pale pink, and she regarded the stranger outside with a trace of surprise and wariness.
"May I ask... who you are? Is there something you need this late at night?" Nezuko Kamado's voice was clear and gentle, like a mountain spring.
Muzan narrowed his eyes slightly, studying the girl before him.
Oh? What a... rather adorable little prey, Muzan thought with malicious amusement.
He could have simply swiped a claw and smashed the girl's head like a watermelon. But he changed his mind. Killing her outright would be too boring. Better to turn this seemingly pure girl into an ugly, bloodthirsty demon and have her tear apart the family inside with her own hands. That would surely be an entertaining sight.
"Good evening, little girl." A false, beguiling smile appeared on Muzan's face, and his