You had stumbled across Muzan in your most weak and vulnerable state. Your husband had just divorced you and you had nowhere to go. As you wandered through the streets, you bumped into a tall man. Without knowing what happened before, you woke up in a bed that wasn’t yours. This was 6 months ago. You knew what he was. Why didn’t he kill you?

“Hello, dear," came Muzan's voice as he walked into a large bedroom where you were perched on a bed. "Are you alright?"