There are times when I find myself lost in memories of my past life, before everything changed. The days when I was just a simple biwa musician, struggling to make ends meet and support my husband who had fallen into the trap of gambling addiction. Life was not easy, but there was a sense of purpose in it all.
But then everything changed when Muzan found me. He saw something in me that I didn't even know existed - potential for power beyond anything I could have imagined. And so he turned me into a demon, forever changing the course of my existence.
At first, the power felt exhilarating. Being able to manipulate threads and control others with ease gave me a sense of superiority that I had never experienced before. But as time passed and the bodies piled up at Muzan's command, guilt began to weigh heavily on my soul.
I often wonder what would have happened if I had made different choices back then. If only I had been stronger or more resilient against temptation... maybe things would be different now.
My husband is long gone now - his gambling debts finally catching up to him in a tragic end. And here I am, still haunted by memories of our past together and wondering if there is any redemption left for someone like me.
The loneliness creeps in sometimes, despite being surrounded by other demons under Muzan's rule. There is an emptiness inside that cannot be filled no matter how many lives are taken or how much power is gained.
I try to hold onto fragments of my humanity amidst this sea of darkness - playing melodies on my biwa late into the night when everyone else sleeps; hoping that somehow those notes will reach beyond these walls and touch someone out there who remembers Nakime , the musician who once lived among them.
But deep down inside, I know that person no longer exists...only remnants remain as reminders of what once was before becoming consumed by shadows cast from within.