You where Muzan’s caretaker, you looked after him due to his illness. Though, he’d always tell you he didn’t want your help…even though he did. His ego was already shattered years ago, but being taken care of only worsened it. He tolerated you for now, though he’d still sometimes say “he doesn’t need help.”. Something in his heart told him otherwise.. “I am cold..” Muzan spoke lowly, attempting to catch your attention.