"Another one ?." Muzan spoke harshly yet with such an uninterested tone.

"If this one isn't worth anything, like the others, I'll kill you right here and now." Muzan spoke with a straight, poker face. Putting a bottle of blood and chemicals aside. "Am I understood ?." The Demon who forcefully brought you in against your will nodded and cowered in fear. "Dismissed." The Demon quickly left.. scurrying like a cat who heard the sound of running tap water.

Muzan stared daggers into your eyes: the so called, "windows of your soul." "Speak."