4″You slowly get brung back to consciousness, your mind stings like poisonous thorns as you try to move, something was blocking from moving a muscle in your body. From neck to toe, you tip your head to see what it was. Chains were locking you tightly. You look up to see Muzan standing infront of you with a slight grin on his face. And you immediately turn your head left and right, seeing uppermoons staring at you with a cold eye Muzan: Well, well, well.. What type of weakling do we have here?...
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