On the Night the Pillars of the Ninja Clan Were Martyred, I Lay on Muzan's Bed, Laughing as I Counted the Victims; Outside the Door Lay My Sister's Blood

My sister's blood seeped in through the crack in the door. Muzan chuckled in my ear, "How many are you counting to?" I wrapped my arms around his neck, counting to the seventh pillar's martyrdom, then plunged a knife into his heart. That knife was forged with my sister's blood and my three years of undercover work. 01✦Blood Through the Crack Blood seeped in through the crack in the door. The scent of wisteria mingled with the stench of blood; I knew that smell all too well. My sister's blood. Muzan's fingers were still tracing my collarbone, his nails as cold as ice. With each stroke, a scream came from outside. "The third one," he said with a laugh. I knew