After that night, I hadn't gone anywhere with muzan. Though I appreciated his effort to comfort me, even if he only said one thing, and that wasn't comforting at all. I sat in my room all day, homesick. Maids walking in an out to attend to me, but I always refused.. insisting I could do it myself, i washy used to this.

I just wanted my family here with me. But I was slowly coming to terms with this new life of mine. Late into the afternoon I was given a letter, like I was on the first day I had arrived here.

Y/N ,

I expect your doing well. I will return soon, and I hope you will be ready the time I do. Try to control your emotions wherever I take you this afternoon, for I won't tolerate your sensitivity.

I sighed, dropping the letter. I was starting to regret agreeing to this.. but perhaps there was nothing I could've done to prevent being brought here.. I would have been too scared to run away.. and I had nowhere to go. Finally, there was a knock on my door, it was that woman again.. two maids, holding jewellery and accessories while she held the kimono.

I let them dress me, putting the jewellery and accessories on, I sat on my bed, picking up the letter once more, staring at it.. very blunt. I waited in my room for a while, until the woman informed me that muzan had returned. I stood, walking out of my room to meet him. I stood in front of the door, waiting for him. He soon arrived, and we stepped into the car, I took a deep breath, heading his warning from the letter.

I wondered where we were headed. Another event? Meeting? I stopped wondering, when the car stopped. We didn't drive far. We stopped on the busy streets, and got out of the car, in front of us, when the car drove of, was a small shop. Muzan grabbed my wrist, and stepped in dragging me along. He took of his shoes, and so did I. We sat down on a tatami mat, and soon an old woman sat in front of us.

Muzan seemed calm and collected, while the old woman seemed fidgety, yet she controlled herself. I didn't know whether she was angry, or afraid.. or even nervous.

"And so? Why are you here.. what do you want this time."

She spoke, sighing as she stared at muzan, unable to keep eye contact; she looked to me.

"Is this your wife? Pretty lady is she.. that's beside the point, what do you two want."

Muzan stared at the woman for a moment, before reaching for his pocket watch. He looked at the time, before he reached into his pocket, bringing out that small box.. the same box of herbs he had given me once when he came to see me back in my village. He had asked me to prepare it as a tea. He handed it to the woman, but when she opened it.. it was empty. She looked back to him, puzzled.. but soon realised.

"It'll be delivered in a weeks time,"

She put out her hand, gesturing for something. Muzan then reached into his pocket again, placing a hefty amount of money in her hand. She took the box, and the money waving us off, as she stepped out of the room we were in. Muzan stood after she had left, and so did I. He put his shoes back on; and so did I. He walked out of the door, so did I.

I did whatever he did, because I was afraid that if I were to be myself, there would be dire consequences, or that I might ruin my disguise and reputation as his wife, and my family would suffer for it, or I would.

We began to walk through the busy streets, I had no idea where we were going, but evening was soon approaching, and the streets only got busier. People crowded it, as the lights flashed on.. and as stands started selling foods, and has people set up acts. As we walked, I had bumped into a boy.. his appearance fascinated me. He carried a large box on his back, and he wore earrings. Muzan had prevented me from apologising, because he had dragged me away from the situation so quickly that we had bumped into another man and I had to wonder why he did such a thing..

Perhaps it was because the boy was a stranger.. and just a boy, that I had no need to interact with. I didn't question it much, but the more we walked through the crowd, the more I began to notice that muzan seemed to have a lot on his mind right at this moment. We stopped when we heard a scream coming from behind us..

I turned to face the scene, and when the crowd backed up.. I saw a man, feral.. saliva dripping from his mouth as if he hadn't eaten for days.. and he had been presented a feast. a woman ran through the crowd, trying to get away from the man.. but he was attacking everyone in his path. Muzan dragged me away from the scene, I looked to him them to his hand on my wrist.. and for a second I saw blood on his finger tip, and the tip of his nail.

I looked back to him, as we stepped into the car that had been waiting for us far from that shop, and it drove off.. I couldn't help but wonder why everything happened so quickly, but I also couldn't help ignoring it..