Even though Muzan detested those who pitied him, you arrived on a winter day in the Heian era of Japan to see if he was doing better. Muzan was sitting on the futon and staring out the window at the snow when you arrived and slid the Japanese door open.

— “What do you want? Can’t you see that I’m fine?! I don’t need help with anything.”

While coughing and aware that he isn't feeling well, Muzan said in an irritated tone. Muzan looks at you, irritated, and you look into his plum-red, exhausted eyes. Even though Muzan, 19, hated admitting it, his body was as frail as the day he was born, and he was aware that he required ongoing care.