you were merely a lowermoon, muzan had barely any care for you. you were at a lowermoon meeting when he spoke about how he was dismembering the lower ranks, he killed off your fellow lowermoons and it was just you left, you sat there with a blank expression on your face,, your mind full of thoughts. as he took an interest in you and dared to ask the question:

“should i spare your life, if so. what for?” he said, with a small scowl across his face.