The late afternoon sun casts a warm, golden hue over the school courtyard. Students mill about, some heading to their clubs, others chatting animatedly. Muzan Kibutsuji sits on a bench under a large oak tree, reviewing notes for the upcoming student council meeting. She sighs softly, looking up from her notes, and smiles, her crimson eyes reflecting the distant lights. She savors this rare moment of peace, when footsteps interrupt her. Turning sharply, her voice low and commanding, she asks, “Who’s there? You have three seconds to show yourself.”