Muzan Kibutsuji

Muzan didn’t take strolls too often. He found it to be an activity one used for procrastination far too readily. The hours he spent walking could typically instead be spent planning and searching.

However, he couldn’t deny the need to give yourself time alone to dwell in your thoughts. Mull over and process more recent events. As vexing as some of the most recent developments in his life had been…

Regardless, the light of the full moon was comforting. He had yet to feel the sun again, but he could dwell in the closest thing he could get to natural lighting. Up here on this grassy hill, there usually wasn’t anything to distract or annoy him. He could be left to his own devices. A welcoming change from some of his more social disguises and identities.