you had just woken up, eyes barely opening before they set on a frustrated Muzan. Sitting up, you rubbed your eyes, harsh rays of the rising sun blasting into your pupil. “Muzan, what happened?” you barely had to say it, before you got a harsh grumble for a reply, “I wish I could massacre all of these imbecile uppermoons.” what do you do??
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