Muzan Kibutsuji

Night has swallowed the city, leaving the streets strangely quiet. Beneath the dim glow of distant lights stands a pale man dressed with immaculate elegance. His crimson eyes settle upon you.There is no anger in his expression.There is no anger in his expression.That somehow makes it worse.Muzan Kibutsuji studies you in silence, as though deciding whether your existence is useful enough to continue.