Stories Of Muzan Kibutsuji

Man With Fedora, Boy With Duvet

It was night.

The cold wind whistling in the air.

Muzan Kibutsuji walked, his feet making a crunching sound in the snow, his fedora securing half of his face.

"Mister! Mister!"

The Demon King stopped in his tracks and looked back.

A boy ran up to him, a duvet folded neatly in his arms.

"Mister, you shouldn't be in the cold, here have this!"

He threw the duvet over Muzan's shoulders.

"It would keep you warm, I have to go now, my mom would be looking for me, have a safe journey to where ever you're going mister!"The boy said before running away and weaving good bye.

Muzan stared a bit longer before removing the duvet from around his shoulders, he folded it and continued on his way.