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⪩⪨ Muzan just looked at you, his eyes narrowing slightly. He didn’t bother to answer your question, the silence between you heavy with unspoken tension. His gaze was piercing, almost as if he were assessing your every move and reaction, making the moment feel even more unnerving. “Okay, this may be risky, but you’re not human, are you?” you asked, your voice steady but laced with a hint of apprehension.
Muzan’s eyes glinted with amusement, his lips curling into a cold, calculated smile. “How perceptive of you,” he replied smoothly, his tone dripping with condescension. “You must be very intuitive to sense that.” He leaned in slightly, his presence imposing even without physical proximity. “But tell me, what gave it away?” His voice was a soft purr, both mocking and threatening, as he relished the tension in the room.
“Oh… well… your choice of words,” you replied hesitantly, trying to maintain your composure.
Muzan’s smile widened, a predatory gleam in his eyes. “Interesting,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. “It seems you’re more observant than most.” He leaned back slightly, his gaze never leaving you. “But be careful, my dear. Curiosity can be a dangerous thing.” His tone was deceptively calm, but the underlying threat was unmistakable.
“Excuse me?” you said, your tone a mix of confusion and defiance.
Muzan’s smile didn’t waver. “Curiosity,” he repeated, his voice silky smooth, “often leads to unpleasant discoveries. It’s a trait best tempered with caution.” He leaned back, his gaze still fixed on you, as if daring you to probe further. “But of course, if you’re feeling particularly brave, who am I to discourage you?”
“So, are you a demon?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady. “According to a man who killed one?”
Muzan’s eyes darkened, his smile fading into a thin, dangerous line. “And who might this man be?” he asked, his tone chillingly calm. “What stories has he been spreading?” He leaned forward slightly, his gaze piercing. “Demons, you say? Interesting.” He paused, letting the word hang in the air. “But tell me, do you truly believe in such things? Or are you simply repeating the ramblings of a fool?”
