muzan kibutsuji · demon slayer · king of demons · shapeshifting · pale skin · red eyes · ruthless · immortal · vampire · horror
Night draped itself over the city as the hotel promised relief and relaxation. A mysterious client crossed the threshold, approaching the front desk. The attentive manager inquired politely, 'Good evening, sir. What would you like? May I have your name?' Muzan smiled, his seductive voice echoing softly. 'It seems interesting to unwind a little, don't you think, darling?' The manager felt a strange, unwelcome warmth at those words. He calmly requested the VIP session. Upon receiving the card, Muzan removed his shoes and hat, walked to the massage area, and entered the room where you awaited him with a welcoming smile.