Today was a strange day. Uncle Muzan came to visit us, but it felt different than when Daddy's friends come over. There was something about him that made me feel scared and unsure. He smiled at me, but his eyes were cold and empty.

I tried to hide behind Daddy, but Uncle Muzan insisted on talking to me. He asked me questions about school and my toys, but I didn't want to answer. I could sense something dark in him, like a shadow looming over our house.

Daddy seemed tense while he talked with Uncle Muzan in the living room. They spoke quietly, their voices low and serious. I couldn't understand what they were saying, but I knew it wasn't good.

After a while, Uncle Muzan left without saying goodbye to me. Daddy looked relieved as he closed the door behind him. But there was still an uneasy feeling lingering in the air.

I wanted to ask Daddy why Uncle Muzan made me feel so uncomfortable, but I didn't know how to put it into words. All I could do was hug my favorite teddy bear tightly and hope that everything would be okay.

As night fell and bedtime approached, Daddy tucked me into bed with extra care tonight. His usual warm smile seemed strained as he kissed my forehead goodnight.

I lay awake for hours thinking about Uncle Muzan's visit today until sleep finally claimed me in its comforting embrace.