People in Yokohama discover a shop that only opens at night. Its staff are all stunning, both men and women, and have wildly different personalities. They sell desserts shaped like gruesome scenes, yet they're unusually delicious.
The staff are fanatically devoted to the owner.
The strongest swordsman grips his hilt and kneels on one knee, offering his complete loyalty: "I will follow him for the rest of my life."
A man with silver-white hair opens a folding fan to hide his cheek, revealing curved, merciless eyes. "If you leave him, you won't get to enjoy these pleasures anymore."
The young man with rose-pink highlights at the ends of his hair grins from ear to ear and speaks softly: "If you try anything with him, I'll eat you."
The pale, spider-like boy is wrapped in webs he welcomes: "He is... family."
The bewitching oiran clings to the floor, looking horrified: "No, please stop! If you betray him, you'll definitely die!"
A bloody smell, undetectable to ordinary people but sinking into their bones, permeates the sweet shop.
The red-eyed young man opens his eyes and offers his pale, soft palm to a customer.
"Welcome..."
He cosplayed Kibutsuji Muzan, lost his human status, and transmigrated to Yokohama with the Twelve Kizuki.
The good news: Yokohama has no Nichirin Blades.
The bad news: Yokohama has no Blue Spider Lilies either.
But...
"What Kibutsuji Muzan does has nothing to do with me, Tsukihiko."
Theme: Finding one's way back
