Shinobu's blade pressed against my throat every night. Unbeknownst to her, Muzan resided deep within my bones, coexisting with the poison of the wisteria. When Aoi's severed arm regenerated, growing a pale, demonic hand, she finally saw the… crimson vertical pupils in my eyes. 01. No light penetrated. This deepest cell in the Butterfly Mansion had no windows. Only a sliver of light from the corridor leaked in through the crack under the door when food was delivered three times a day. I counted my breaths. One, two, three… three hundred and seventy-four. Today, Shinobu arrived seven breaths later than yesterday. When she pushed open the door, the scent of wisteria wafted in first, followed by the wooden tray.
At Ran's Wedding, Conan Slipped the Wedding Ring Onto My Finger Under the Table